Something About Babies

'the world's a mess'

don't want to read the paper, i don't like bad news
last night a man got shot, outside the house of blues
i’d like to ignore it, i'd like to just pretend
that the reason for it, is something i can comprehend

i don't listen to the radio, last time it made me cry
two boys went crazy, fifteen kids died
and i don't know their families, i don't ask them how they're going
they're on the other side of the world but it's way too close to home

i've got something to say and i thought it might be worth a mention
if you're not annoyed at the world, then you're just not paying attention
you can turn off the tv, and go about you're day
but just cause you can't see it, it don't mean it's gone away

we don't talk to our neighbours, they've got funny coloured skin
we see them out on the sidewalk, but we don't invite them in
we only eat when we're hungry and we throw the rest away
while babies in Cambodia, are starving every day

we risk our lives, we hit our wives, we act like everything is funny
we hid our pain, while we go insane, we sell our souls for money
we curse our mums, we build our bombs, we make our children cry
we watch the band, while vietnam just watches their children die
i've got something to say, and i thought it might be worth a mention
if you're not annoyed at the world, then you're just not paying attention
you can turn off the tv and go about your day
but just cause you don't see it, it don't mean it's gone away

but we can make it go away