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 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 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