Take away the time gone by and the age that’s in your eyes.
Take away the lesson’s learnt, the times you got burnt.
You’d be a child of these streets, pay your dues and be discrete.
Just a stray with dirty feet – you won’t put your trust in me - you’re a little too wild

I see the ghetto spoil this land with its hard and heavy hand.
I see the lame and hungry fall against its walls.
I see hunger in their faces whilst you eat at fancy places
Just an ‘n’ in die for dine, don’t you think it’s a crime - Won’t you help them this time?

Come on you children in disguise – take a look before your eyes.
Can’t you see and empathise with your poorer relations.
Just dig deep and lend a hand and if it’s hard to understand.
Just don’t feed upon this land and feel the sensation - all across the Nation

You’re a child of these times – surviving’s not your only crime.
You sit and stare at TV lines with those pictures of dying.
Without justifying what I see – I look around and I see me.
From coast to coast and ‘cross the sea – there’s a word I am finding
And it’s called apathy - Killer ‘cross the sea - Whilst you’re sipping your tea - Spare a thought for the weak

Performance: Vocal(s) - Wayne McDonald; Guitar(s) – Kevin Cookson; Bass – Paul Craven; Percussion – Dave Green

Songwriter’s Notes: We are all still children, no matter how old we grow and no matter how hard we try to suppress it - but there is a difference between us and our children and that is cynicism brought on by experience. When children see disasters they want to help straight away, how many disasters have you (or me) helped to alleviate? How many have we seen?