Flight of the Conchords
Flight of the Conchords - Think About It lyrics
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There's children on the streets using guns and knives They're taking drugs and each other's lives Killing each other with knives and forks And calling each other names like dork There's people on the street Getting diseases from monkeys Yeah, that's what I said They're getting diseases from monkeys Now, there's junkies with monkey disease Who's touching these monkeys? Please, leave these poor sick monkeys alone They've got problems enough as it is A man is lying on the street Some punk's chopped off his head And I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead Turns out he's dead And that's why I'm singing What, what is wrong with the world today? What's wrong with the world today? What, what is wrong with the world today? You gotta think about it, think, think about it Good cops been framed, put into a can All the money that we're making It's going to the man What man? Which man? Whose the man? When's a man a man? What makes a man a man? Am I a man? Yes, technically I am They're turning kids into slaves Just to make cheaper sneakers But what's the real cost? 'Cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper Why are we still paying so much for sneakers ? When you got them made by little slaves kids What are your overheads? At the end of your life, you're lucky if you die Sometimes I wonder why we would even try I saw a man lying on the street half dead With knives and forks sticking out of his leg And he said, "Can somebody Get the knife and fork out of my leg, please" "Can somebody please remove These cutleries from my knees" And then we break it down Acappella jams Breaking it down, let me break it down Jamin' out, just jamin' out, yeah, yeah