This world could end in eight months time. It's in a bloody mess Your cooking, no one beats it, it's the best Fear spreading like a plague. More terror is on the cards Just holding your hand, it warms my heart
I hear of bodies ripped by rabid crowds My ears tingle when you say out loud
This planet we are on has gone to pot it's true But who cares? Well me I care for you Our love, for our love I'm thinking of this, and thinking of that Do you think it's okay?
Bomb blows up a little town. Kids raped and sold for food There's nothing that beats seeing you in the nude It's lies and it's a front. Where is freedom? Where is choice? The sweet soft sound that is your voice
There's no apparent way to get out I get a frisson when I hear you shout
This planet we are on has gone to pot it's true But who cares? Well me I care for you Our love, for our love I'm thinking of this, and thinking of that Do you think it's okay?
So Bullies and Show-offs, Loudspeakers, Readers, Teachers too All trying to understand. Understand I only think of you