Food for Trought Songtext
von UB40

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
Politician′s 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

Hear the 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 is 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