| The world is so sick it can never be saved
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| The world is so sick it can never be saved
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| The world is so sick it can never be saved
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| It’s built a bull-dozer that’s digging its grave
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| The world is so sick it can never be well
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| The world is so sick it can never be well
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| The world is so sick it can never be well
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| It’s splitting the atom to blow it to hell
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| The world is so clever, so busy and wise
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| The world is so clever, so busy and wise
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| It’s twisting its words so thy all come out lies
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| It’s forging the iron to put out its yes
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| The world is so sick it can never recall
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| It’s weaving the noose that is hanging us all
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| The people, the critters, the big and the small
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| It’s weaving the noose that is hanging us all
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| So don’t blame the kids if they’re angry and wild
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| So don’t blame the kids if they’re angry and wild
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| So don’t blame the kids if they’re angry and wild
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| This world is no place for an innocent child |