You ask about the chaos here?
Just let me tell you of my fear,
there is no calm and no delight;
to live like this just can’t be right.
I hate their shit and silly rules,
it’s all made up by stupid fools.
Chaotic stress makes me uptight,
to live like this just can’t be right.
I feel so angry when I read
of starving children and their need,
our common sense has taken flight;
to live like this just can’t be right.
I can’t stay calm with all these bills,
while politicians get their thrills.
It’s in the paper every night,
to live like this just can’t be right.
With traffic jams and honking horns,
my aching feet with swollen corns.
They keep the poor folks out of sight,
to live like this just can’t be right.
I grasp the chaos in my palm
and squeeze it tight ‘till I am calm.
I clench my fist with knuckles white,
to live like this just can’t be right.