All around is anger, Automatic guns.
It’s death in large numbers.
No respect for women or our little ones.
I tried talking to Jesus, but He just put me on hold.
Said He’d been swamped by calls this week
and He couldn’t shake His cold.
And still this emptiness persists.
Perhaps this is as good as it gets.
When you’ve given up the drink and those nasty cigarettes.
Now I leave the party early at least with no regrets.
I watch the sun as it comes up I watch it as it sets.
Yeah this is as good as it gets.
Colin Hay, Beautiful World
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