They say, it’s a jolly good world and

They say, it’s a jolly good time;

But I don’t 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 don’t feel —

You’re just numb from all that noise

They pump into you all day long.


And here I’m twisting around in my shell

Trying to keep an open mind to the world —

But who am I kidding and

Whom I’ll be able to save

But myself — maybe not even that.