Africa, a woman no one really knows her name Africa, and anyway we drain the juice from her veins She is black And her curls are the theads of centuries Higher, she wants higher Higher, she wants higher Africa, how depp the wells of dark muddy water Africa, how far does she have to go thought floods of infected Green is mixing with red Laying ill on the world's bed Higher, she wants higher Higher, she wants higher And the enemy In her bed She is killing Thought her ego And the enemy In her bed In her bed She is killing, killing Thought her ego