I give a hoot

But I still pollute

I don't know what's the matter with me

I won't kill

But I think I'd shoot

If it meant whether or not I'd be free



Simulated sympathy

In a world full of pain

It's each for his own

If there's something to gain



I've got my own problems

It's hard to care

There's just more death

Then I can bear



So I fly my flag at half mast

Big, black clouds hanging over me

My days are always overcast

Burnt out buildings return my stare



But I must hang on

Though the sea is dead

I must hold on

Someone said



I must go on

Though young men die

I must push on

But I can't rember why