Little B. and the Mojo Brothers - No Land For Young Folks

We are the daughters and sons of no man
We don't have a place, you don't allows us there
We go door by door begging you all the same
You don't fit in here, you're not a part of the game

Can you feel the shame in my eyes when I pass?
The words are coming out of your mouth when you talk, what a mess
We don't want to be a little part of your life
Neither want to play in the show you're about to start

We don't want to be a little part of your life, oh no, we don’t no
Neither want to play in the show you're starting right now
We go door by door begging you all the same, almost every and every day man
Can you see us here now?
We have our game