As the warmth gistens on my face from the sun

The strong laughters arent always fun

I hear the whistling of the birds who are being set free

But no one is pleased or happy as can be 

We all want a little, someone want a lot

Some of the boys think that some girls can be bought

Some girl thinks too much and it makes them sad

When half of this world is just pissed off mad

But no one is pleased or happy as can be.