My World

No!

Yeah!

Ooh!

War and conversation is all in relation

Stories about another man’s end

Demise, reprise, we improvise

As we watch the news at ten

Hypocrisy this new democracy

Fabricated by deception and lies

The truth we seek shall be told in a week

Stay tuned or it will pass you by

Brought up by a mother and tricked by a brother

Destroyed by the poison inside

We raise our children under false illusions

Shallow hopes and selfish pride

If not to a T, what image will it leave?

Our conception of this new worldly game

The fancy, new cars, imagining the stars

Mistaken solution to our pain. Oh!

Oh!

Ooh!

Yeah!

Oh, my, my, my, my!