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