The KLF
Текст песни Elvis on the Radio, Steel Guitar in My Soul

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
And a poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mother cries
Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

As the snow flies...
As the snow flies...
As the snow...
As the snow flies...

As the snow flies
On a cold and grey Chicago morn
And a poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto