TV
When i looked through the window
I saw things I couldn't believe
people running over each other
no one cares about the other
everyone's got a machine gun
Chor:
I changed my ming, I couldn't watch this
and I changed the channel on my tv
Hot sun, a desert caravan, grey camels move
across yellow sand with a few ghosts,
bedouins dressed in white, dressed in black,
red stains, not happy, they're like very tired.
They're driven out of their home, starving,
begging for salvation, looking to the
motionless heavens, but there's just
a roaring bomber bringing more of the same
Chor:
Standing at my window,
looking out at the little kids
playing with their dogs
playing with their friends,
together, friendly and happy
tell me Mr. World is it necessary
to teach our children to fight, to hate,
to carry a gun and to show them how to kill
I took the remote control
pushed down, pushed the red trigger
and I turned off the devil called the TV
