作曲 : David Arthur Brown He's had bicycles and sons He's had salted fish and dark rum Now his days are almost done In the Lagos slums Was a farmer for a while Growing plantains by the coastline And some said he had a smile Like a movie star La ah La ah ah ah La ah La ah ah ah Met his wife one Friday night At a dance hall near the train tracks And his heart soared like a kite In the evening light Worked the oil fields once Saved some money for his family Built a house near Eden's Point Where they raised their boys La ah La ah ah ah La ah La ah ah ah Says it's hard to be a man Works and still can't feed his children But he does the best he can In the New World Plan We're all forgotten This road leads nowhere We're all forgotten This road leads nowhere编辑于2023/05/10更新