In the slums of Port-au-Prince, when the rain comes pouring down the homeless people sleep on the muddy ground,
And the children die so young, 'cause there's not enough to eat when their only food is the garbage they have found.

I just can't get their faces out of my mind, no matter how hard I try,
And I realise I must never forget there, but for fortune, go you and I,
I just couldn't believe my eyes and I wanted to cry out loud,
Can't you see there will be a terrible price to pay on judgment day'

The cruise ships, painted white, are anchored in the bay,
The tourists fill their plates from the lunch buffet,
And the people on the shore, gazing up like silent ghosts, are doomed within a life that is worlds away.

I just can't get their faces out of my mind, no matter how hard I try,
And I realise I must never forget there, but for fortune, go you and I,
I just couldn't believe my eyes and I wanted to cry out loud,
Can't you see there will be a terrible price to pay on judgment day'

I just can't get their faces out of my mind, no matter how hard I try,
And I realise I must never forget there, but for fortune, go you and I,
Just couldn't believe my eyes and I wanted to cry out loud,
Can't you see there will be a terrible price to pay on judgment day'

On judgment day, (terrible price to pay)
Judgment day.