A single mother
Struggles hard;
Her child's neglected,
In her own backyard.
An absent father;
The T.V.'s on;
A little reminder
That hope is gone.

At christmas time
There will be no tree;
Just empty eyes
And a church meal, free.

Boy to father.
Father to son.
In the same apartment
Life goes on.
A generation
Passes by,
And no one seems to understand the
Reason why.

A new election,
And no one votes
'Cause bullets fly
On the way to the polls.
Sister's wearing a long sleeve shirt;
You can bet she's got a story to tell.
A bed in the kitchen.
A lock on the fridge.
You know it's a living hell.

At christmas time
There will be no tree;
Just empty eyes
And a church meal, free.

How many people have to die before
We open up our eyes and see what's going on?
When are we gonna break the chains and bring equality
To people who don't have it all?

Writer : HUGHES, GARRY/DEAN, ANDY/WOLFF, BEN/CHACONN, EDDIE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing