They say, its a jolly good world and
They say, its a jolly good time;
But I dont believe them.
Look at all those workless people,
War in the backyard of our lives;
War in the east, in the west,
In the south, in our minds.
There are others bashing their brains out
In a search for silly fun
That they call sense:
Just sensation, so you dont feel
Youre just numb from all that noise
They pump into you all day long.
And here Im twisting around in my shell
Trying to keep an open mind to the world
But who am I kidding and
Whom Ill be able to save
But myself maybe not even that.