Today's lyric:
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"Ivory madonna, dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the West.
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest, scattered from the skies.
Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead.
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head.
Politicians argue, sharpening their knives
Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives."
UB40: "Food for though"
From the album: "The very best of UB40"
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
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