UB40 - FOOD FOR THOUGHT
All: Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna, coming from the west
Iron is her bosom and tea is her eyes
As the certain army scatters 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
Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna, coming from the west
Sweet bells are ringing, Christmas on its way
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
Eat and drink, rejoicing, joy is here to stay
Jesus, son of Mary, born again today
Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna, coming from the west
Ivory Madonna, dying in the dust
Waiting for the manna, coming from the west