My TV screams that the world’s going to end…
spending our money on things we dont need
But panic, these days, is merely a trend.
in desperate attempts to follow the lead
What about poems, and long summer nights?
suicide bombers, with nothing to lose
Now we have Starbucks, and constant bright lights.
the blood-covered oil fields, all through the news
Pop-culture genocide – painted in pink –
eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth
Won’t be long till we forget how to think.
the media frenzies will ruin our youth
But I guess, all in all, things could be worse…
Oh, wait, nevermind, forget that last verse.
Du hast dich bestimmt schon mal gefragt, warum der Bäcker an der Ecke, der Barista…