Lyrics Elvis on the Radio, Steel Guitar in My Soul - The KLF

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