The world today is such a wicked place

Fighting going on between the human race

People got to work just to earn their bread

While people just across the sea are counting their dead



A politician's job they say is very high

For he has to choose who's got to go and die

They can put a man on the moon quite easy

While people here on Earth are dying of old diseases



A woman goes to work every day after day

She just goes to work just to earn her pay

Child sitting crying by a life that's harder

he doesn't even know who is his father