Lyrics

I give a hoot But I still pollute I don't know what's the matter with me I won't kill But I think I'd shoot If it meant whether or not I'd be free Simulated sympathy In a world full of pain It's each for his own If there's something to gain I've got my own problems It's hard to care There's just more death Then I can bear So I fly my flag at half mast Big, black clouds hanging over me My days are always overcast Burnt out buildings return my stare But I must hang on Though the sea is dead I must hold on Someone said I must go on Though young men die I must push on But I can't rember why