Lyrics

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] The world today is such a wicked place Fighting going on between the human race People go to work just to earn their bread While people just across the sea are counting their dead [Verse 2] A politician's job, they say is very high For he has to choose who's gotta go and die They can put a man on the Moon quite easy While people here on Earth are dying of old diseases [Instrumental Break] [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] A woman goes to work every day after day She just goes to work just to earn her pay Child sitting crying by a life that's harder He doesn't even know who is his father [Instrumental Outro]