Do you know where their children are?...Do you care?
They're withering away on desert plains
rotting flesh in withering pain
sickle skelatons who sleep in p***
covered in flies and f****** s***
do you care?
they're quarantined by barbed wire fence
filled with disease and massive stench
there is no shelter they sleep on stone
they watch eachother turn to bone
do you care?
they're retarted zombies in huddled mass
left to rot like f****** trash
attention drops as bodies mount
too many victims to f****** count...
do you care?
they're withering away on desert plains
rotting flesh in withering pain
sickly skelatons who sleep in p***
no human beings should have to live like this
yet you know where their children are,
you see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic s***hole
you cry crocodile tears for the poor wretched children
that inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcoms
that seem to make everything better
who should you care, after all, tehy're not your children...for now!
They're withering away on desert plains
rotting flesh in withering pain
sickle skelatons who sleep in p***
covered in flies and f****** s***
do you care?
they're quarantined by barbed wire fence
filled with disease and massive stench
there is no shelter they sleep on stone
they watch eachother turn to bone
do you care?
they're retarted zombies in huddled mass
left to rot like f****** trash
attention drops as bodies mount
too many victims to f****** count...
do you care?
they're withering away on desert plains
rotting flesh in withering pain
sickly skelatons who sleep in p***
no human beings should have to live like this
yet you know where their children are,
you see the pain and the suffering from your lavishly furnished materialistic s***hole
you cry crocodile tears for the poor wretched children
that inhabit the two-minute time slot between your favorite sitcoms
that seem to make everything better
who should you care, after all, tehy're not your children...for now!