THE WORLD IS FUCKED UP
The world is fucked up, my darling
The world is fucked up, my friend
Seems like there’s not much left for the taking
But it’s not how it has to end

1-Three more kidnapped in the Beirut light
By some novice group, didn’t do it right
Three passports and a fax machine is all they had
The next day they walked out of an embassy
News accounts said they had their doubts
That this new group had any clout
The “big boys” have pictures the very next day
But these yo-yos don’t kidnap the professional way
But I say…
The world is fucked up, my darling
The world is fucked up, my friend
Seems like there’s not much left for the taking
But it’s not how it has to end

2-Six priests shot in San Salvador
They didn’t support the government whore
But that Georgie Bush wouldn’t stop the aid
To the murderers who killed that day
The rebels took the American hotel
American advisors in the honeymoon suite
They’re heavily armed, don’t worry about them
Don’t all Americans travel heavy?
Read it and weep as we slide towards the heap
The world is fucked up, my darling
The world is fucked up, my friend
Let’s roll up a number,
we can’t leave but let’s just pretend

3-This Exxon ship on a routine toil
Dumps a zillion thousand gallons of oil
After several months of cleaning rocks
clearing dead birds, fish and docks
Exxon declares “we’ve cleaned enough” – oh yeah?
You are fucked up, Exxon
You are fucked up, my friend
Get your ass back to Prince William Sound again

4-Put yourself in this situation:
Alone, dying, looking like starvation
The dentists they won’t work on you
The supers they won’t rent to you
The friends they won’t look to you
The bosses they won’t hire you,
The only ones to talk to you
are people dying, just like you
The world is fucked up, sweetheart
The world is fucked up, my pet
Let’s roll up a number,
we can’t leave but let’s just pretend

5-Feel yourself getting warm this year,
warmer than the previous year?
It’s not the necks of red or the bowing of deer
It’s the burning of fossil fuels
And spewing factories run by tools
And governments run by fools
Elected by the lazy, docile tools,
the TV and the beer and the hands on their jewels,
lying to their kids at Sunday School
The world is fucked up, angel
The world is fucked up, my pet
Seems like there’s not much left for the living
but it’s not how it has to end

{Read it and weep as we slide towards the heap}

The world is fucked up, General
The world is fucked up, my friend
Let’s roll up a number,
we can’t leave but let’s just pretend
The world is fucked up, angel
The world is fucked up, my friend
Seems like there’s not much left for the living
but it’s not how it has to end
The world is fucked up
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