Africa, a woman
nonne really knows her name Africa, and anyway we drain the
juice from her vains She is black And her curls are the theads
Of centruries

Higher, she wants higher

Africa, how depp the wells of dark muddy water Africa, how far
does she have to go thought floods of infected Green is mixing
with red Laying ill on the world`s bed

Higher, she wants higher And the enemy In her bed She is killing
Thought her ego