Four Billion People

FOUR BILLION PEOPLE

Squint at all the people grazing off this land

They would love to make a living

But they'd rather bite your hand

They're sleeping on your door step

They're begging at your feet

And when your window's open they're ripping off your meat

Hey what'd you expect?

Everyone nice and clean?

RUKIDIN?

On a planet this small, considering all

Four Billion People Don't Do So Bad!

Gaze into the sun smut

See the vapors drip in red

If you bet upon tomorrow your future might be dead

Dole out a food stamp to a blind man

See the world through his eyes

This dark and dismal midgard is great for suicide

But life still continues no matter what's been said

Between the midst of all this poot it's usually time for bed

And it's all in our heads as we discover it all

We'll create our own beginnings as we take our last fall

Right! Just eliminate your conscious

And your so called righteous schemes

We're all a dime a dozen living Hipper-Critical dreams!

Hey what would do you want?

A Utopian scene?

Maybe someday

But for now let it flow

And watch how we grow

Four Billion People Don't Do So Bad!

Four Billion People Don't Do So Bad!

I said, four billion people don't do so bad!

It could be worse

It could be a lot