I walked right out of it, couldn't give a damn
I'd rather go hungry
I watched a generation wash it's hands of war
Then sleep in it's laundry

Wonders of the world and there's eight in all cos
It's a wonder that the wonders have such wonder at all
Fat men in business with will to succeed
Mouth off their stories of children in need, I call it

Murder, When your life is on the line
Murder, Why don't you take this hand of mine
Murder, to all the ladies giving birth
Murder, it's the murder of the planet earth
Here we go again

I walked right out of it, couldn't give a damn
I'd rather sit crying
I've seen the lords and ladies pulling all the scams
They won't escape dying

It's a wonder that the wonders have such wonder at all
Fat men in business with will to succeed
Mouth off their stories of children in need, I call it

New generations will die at their births cos
It still isn't trendy to be a friend of the earth

Murder, When your life is on the line
Murder, Why don't you take this hand of mine
Murder, to all the ladies giving birth
Murder, it's the murder of the planet earth
Here we go again

And all teh hills will die, Flattened by the stench of mankind
Animals in the parks forced to smile by the sickening syringes
Of genocide, bluebirds wrything in agony die struck down by
Missiles of the anti kind, as the reaper announces his coming as
The new God, we all step aside, MURDER