Poor family got a lean-to

Now the rainy season's gone

Coloured kids playin' in the hard mud

Kicking that skinny dog

He works on irrigation

Moving water to the



And he dreams of being a spear someday

In the heart of Johannesburg

He dreams of being a spear someday

In the heart of Johannesburg



And we live in

And we live on

And we die in

Corrugated iron



Pray to Tokoloshe

When the red dirt comes back

Cattle try to find the river bed

And in-between the cracks

Chief man he got his hard hat

From the civilized Western man



He's got a ton of 'em down in Capetown

He's gonna grease the poor black hand

He's got a ton of 'em down in Capetown

He's gonna grease the poor black hand



And we live in

And we live on

And we die in

Corrugated iron

And we're building

And we're trying

Our tribes are born in corrugated iron



You gotta stand to the left

Remain at the back

And give 'em corrugated iron

To put on their shacks

Stand to the left

Remain at the back

And give 'em corrugated iron

To put on their shacks



And he dreams of being a spear someday

In the heart of Johannesburg

He's got a ton of 'em down in Capetown

He's gonna grease the poor black hand



And we live in

And we live on

And we die in

Corrugated iron

And we're building

And we're trying

Our tribes are born in corrugated iron