Africa, that continent under a cruel sun,
is the topic of the song this time.
You see, dark people come from there,
hungry and asking quite odd things.
Do you think that you can make the world better by playing guitar?
I don't know if it's so, but at least I play it right way around.
Massa is still called massa in South Africa.
He runs a mine trust and pisses blacks in the eye.
Somewhere children are eaten, and it makes a negro state:
"Oh Africa, this is the land of rhinos"
At this stage, a new phase sets in
on the song's topic, the out-speaking.
It moves out of the way of the outstandingly important question.
Do you think that you can make the world better by playing guitar?
I don't know if it's so, but at least I play it right way around.
Still more bad news from Africa.
Soon not even there won't be rhinos left.
First they're shooting them in secret at the savannah.
Then they're passing out in Nairobi a horn under the arm.
At this stage, a new phase sets in...
Do you think that you can make the world better by playing guitar?
I don't know if it's so, but at least I play it right way around.