Cookin in The Kitchen — текст песни (Howard Jones)

I met an alien one night while I was walking after dark

He said dont be afraid Ive come to know Ive come to make my mark



And theres a road, and its very long

And you gotta be sweet baby

And you gotta be strong



He said why are these men and women lying here just on the street

He said why are these children dying cos they have no food to eat



And theres a road, and its very long

And you gotta be sweet baby

And you gotta be strong



Why are these people hating others for the colour of their skin

Why are your brother creatures murdered for the flesh that lies within



Dont lose the rage, dont become immune

When others criticise you

Dont change your tune

Youve got to love, with a passion that hurts

Its love that conquers baby

Its love that serves



And in the moment before you go to sleep

You can turn on me Im the blue light wrap me round you

And when the world turns its coldest shoulder

In the name of all thats good



And theres a road, and its very long

And you gotta be sweet baby

And you gotta be strong

And Ill be there, to dry your tears

And Ill be cooking in your kitchen

Food for everyone

And ill be working in the backroom

Help for everyone