Ub40 - Food For Thought Lyrics

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
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

Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's 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