Give A Hoot
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
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
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
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
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
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
Though young men die
I must push on
But I can't rember why
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