Outside my bedroom window
No don't stop there let me continue
We spin too fast as we enter into this new venue
On the news I gather TV is helping my cousin put off a real heap
From buildings burning, people dying, some official lying
Who watch the watchers, leaders leading man into destruction
Seek out their god to save them but
He's the one who wrote the instructions
Don't think I like this station, look in
My eyes can't you see the frustration
Stare into the television guide every single day
Is it me or the way I comb my hair
Is it me or the kind of clothes I wear
Is it me that looks so unappealing
Possibly if I dressed up chic it'd stop the killing
Outside my bedroom window
What do you sound the children's play
People get slayed every six seconds of every day
I see some woman praying
In her arms her only son is laying
In a puddle of blood he's senseless
While bombs rip apart the defenceless
Who builds the mines that shatter children's arms
And what does it matter
We focus on the now remind ourselves we are lying
Is it me or the way I comb my hair
Is it me or the kind of clothes I wear
Is it me that looks so unappealing
Possibly if I dressed up chic it'd stop the killing
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