Woke up this morning,
Hunger was gnawing my soul,
But the preacher man's sermon,
Won't put no food in my bowl,
Abidjan to Monrovia,
Looking for food and a home,
Instead, I found factions and armies,
In the middle of a combat zone,
I want love,
I need love,
I want love,
I want love,
I need love,
And a little food in my bowl,
Here in this tribal warfare,
For food you need money or a gun,
I signed up - whose side I don't care,
At least now I'm someone,
At parade time the grown-ups are cruel,
And all of the soldiers are small,
Commanders and captains and colonels,
All kids with their backs to the wall,
I want love,
I need love,
I want love,
I want love,
I need love,
And a little food in my bowl,
They told me I'm joining a family,
But here I ain't nobody's son,
My brothers are right here beside me,
We share our hunger and we share our gun,
Tomorrow we start the offensive,
Been drinking palm wine all day,
Grigrimen can keep us from bullets,
But hash won't keep hunger at bay,
I want love,
I need love,
I want love,
I want love,
I need love,
And a little food in my bowl,
When it's time, the small soldiers march forward,
When one falls, the next takes his gun,
Four to one AK-47,
I was number three, but now I'm gone,
Our future is dying right here,
Children only ten years old,
In this tribal colonial nightmare,
We're reaping the seeds you have sown,
We're reaping the seeds you have sown,
We want love,
We need love,
All of us want love,
We want love,
We need love,
And a little food in our bowls
I want love,
I need love,
And a little food in my bowl
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