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A gay rain pitters upon the earth

As bombs play death on the other side of the world

These new wars poppin’ fresh like muffins

Madmen too afraid to face their foes

So send the kid from the ghetto

To fight your frivolous fights

Unleash the money missiles

To ring the gongs of death

Billions and billions wasted on the war machine

To destroy and decapitate

To bury kids in rubble

And we can’t get healthcare or implements for the old or food for children or education for the masses or peace for the soul

They cry out to God to fix it

But he’s getting high and listening to Rush

His eyes fixed on another galaxy

Because He’s sick of Earth and all its stupidity

Sick of all the criminal minds

The cheats, the rapists, the liars

“Let it burn,” he says through another puff

And another bomb falls and black smoke rises and people are scorched and maimed

As you complain about oranges and click another portrait of yourself

(Liam singing) Selfies, what a fucking disease

And I try to be happy, and I try to look up

And yet what do I see:

Blown-up bodies fall from the sky

Children chained and traded

World War 3 on the radio

We gather around and listen

Just like we always have

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