Bad Night.

Look around you, What do you see?
I doubt if it's a picture of perfect harmony.
I see dirt, filth and grime,
The only news I hear is the news of crime.

People are rude,
Full of attitude.
If I lived in the states my parents I probably could have sued.
For bringing me into this world but it's not their fault.
That we all live and die by the bullet of a colt.

45,
Stay alive,
But the only way to live is to duck and dive.

I see the girl on the street,
She's got nothing on her feet,
So she's got to sell her body,
Just so she can eat.

Crack.
Heart attack.
All the friends I once knew are now jacking up smack.
Smoking weed,
Planting their seed,
In a belly of a woman whose kids they'll never feed.

They're shagging around.
They think it's really sound.
I wonder if they'll feel the same once there buried underground.

From AIDS.

Razor blades.
Coke being cut up by the politicians' chambermaids.
Look in a mirror, a Twenty up your nose,
One big snort and up it goes.
Hits the back of your mind,
Momentarily blind.
Then you begin to relax as your life starts to unwind.

Like time.

Slowly coming undone.
Before me I see the death of our dying sun.
It all goes cold.
Don't want to grow old,
There's not much left to say the story's nearly been told.
Except greed.
When there're countries we could feed,
But instead we sell them guns instead of selling them seed.

War.
Another fire fight.
The fuse of which the C.I.A did light.
It's not right.
The whole worlds gone wrong.
But it really doesn't matter; soon we'll all be gone,
From the force of a finger on a little red button.

Eruption,
From a hierarchy of corruption
Even the church as fallen for its seduction.

Scapegoat.
They took you by the throat,
Then cast you adrift in a little rubber boat.
Gave you the sack,
Stabbed you in the back.
Just because the colour of your skin was black.

But I'm white.

And I know it's not right,
And of the way of this world I'm sick of the sight.
Goodnight?

No it was really sad,
For no reason a man in the street just went totally fucking mad.
Beat up his wife,
Pulled out a knife,
Now his kid is in hospital fighting for his life.

So look around you.
What do you see?
I'd be amazed if you saw perfect tranquillity.

A Tramp?
Lying in the gutter.
Just another nutter,
To join a world of clutter.
It's all trash.
Like a car crash.
The people inside all turned to mash.

It's all going wrong.
Will it ever be right?

Push the little red button?
I just might.

Bad Night.

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