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Sometimes I look out of my window

At this world that we live in,

And my head goes around in a spin.

All the people wear a big grin

While they commit each and every sin.

And you have to ask why I stab myself with a pin.



Our government is sleezy.

So sleezy, it makes my stomach queazy.

They don't do shit.

Especially the president,

He should just quit.

Nobody even gives a damn.

At least, not until the Trade Center's in a jam.



If only everybody smoked weed

Then maybe Bush would learn how to lead.

Everyone would get along

And we'd all feel like we belong.

The hatred would finally decrease,

And at last, we'd have world peace.