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

[Chant Africain]

African child
Trapped in me
There´s an African child
Trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me
There´s a little African child trapped in me