Messed Up World
The world we live in is no joke.
Everything we have is going up in smoke.
The world's money is tight,
foreclosures have no end in sight.
Bankers gotta make deals
Car makers can't grip their wheels.
The world is at war and still there's no cure
for cancer that knocks on our door.
Our world is in trouble ,we need help on the double.
If we don't stop now and throw in the towel,
It isn't a joke
that we'll end up in smoke.
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