How Sweet?
How sweet is the world when it's full of hate?
When people lie and don't cooperate.
Why should I suffer when Barack Obama says: "God Bless America"
What is there to bless? When we've made one huge mess?
Clean it up? They don't even try, because we know it will end it one big riot.
Why should I care? Just sit in my chair when the news says another one dies from pollution, gangs
Ends with one big BANG,
from a gun shot right through the head, right there the person drops dead.
The witness won't tel, I wouldn't too because the next victim wll be you.
I'm tired of the lies and I'm done with "God Bless"
Because the world isn't sweet, it's just one big mess.
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