Why don`t you sing about the African moon?
Why don`t you sing about the leaves and the dreams?
Why don`t you sing about the rain and the birds?
`Cause mister I`ve seen
Chorus:
Mud coloured dusty blood
Bare feet on a burning bus
Mud coloured dusty blood
Broken teeth and a rifle butt
On the road to Mdantsane
On the road to Mdantsane
On the road to Mdantsane
I`ve seen a
Mud coloured dusty blood
Why don`t you sing about the fish in the sea
Why don`t you sing about the blue sky?
Why don`t you sing about a fantasy
`Cause mister I see
Chorus
Siz feet under an African sky
Mud coloured dusty blood
Bare feet on a burning bus
Mud coloured dusty blood
On the road to Mdantsane
Mud coloured dusty blood