BW Johnson - This World, Etc... Lyrics

Ignorance is bliss he shouts
As the torrent of bullshit leaves his mouth
In plain speaking American gibberish
Waves his hands to make it stick
As I kneel beneath his pulpit
This world is beginning to make me sick

Golf courses, casinos, office blocks
Soared above the common lot
The elder statesman won't go for his walk
Instead, it's just endless talk
As the first innocent missiles hit
This world is beginning to make me sick

So we send our prayers and we send our hope
Then we send our anger blown like smoke
It somehow cures this addiction
To pain and attention as fulfilment
As reality begins to stick
This world is beginning to make me sick

So as the news hits the webpages and our mouths are dry
We are indifferent, desensitised
More obsessed with the act of outrage
Than revolution or change
And no matter how low I may sit
This world is beginning to make me sick

As he pisses marking his territory
And decides which Muslims can be free
And us back home slowly recede
As the real world is blown to smithereens
By a kid just playing with his dick
This world is beginning to make me sick