African Child (Trapped in Me)

I have crossed the mystic desert To snap pictures of the poor I've invited them to brunch Let them crash out on my floor. There's sunshine in my veins My kitchen's filled with flies I'm crying out in vain Like a little African child. Trapped in me There's an African child Trapped in me There's a little African child trapped in me. All these rooms are cluttered with the spoils of my fame My doors and windows shuttered I just can't keep out the rain There's sunshine down in hell My kitchen's filled with flies I'm crying out for help Like a little African child. Trapped in me There's an African child Trapped in me There's a little African child trapped in me. All these blowjobs in limousines What do they matters What do they mean To the little African child Trapped in me.