Why
I’m just a drinking, thinking, mixed up man
Doing his best to understand
why the people are starving In Ethiopia
I’m just a crazy, lazy son of a gun
Doing his best to have some fun
While the people are dying in Afghanistan
Drop them a ton of wheat, Uncle Sam
Drop them another tomorrow if you can
‘Cause the rain is stalling
The sun is boiling
And the people like flies are falling
It’s such a blinking, stinking, mixed up time
Can’t seem to make up my mind
Why the people are starving all over Africa
I’m just a glaring staring at the wall
Wondering why I care at all
Why the people are dying in Palestine
Don’t drop the bombs today, Uncle Sam
Don’t drop them ever again if you can
‘Cause the mothers are crying
The bullets are flying
The people like flies are dying
Dying in pain
Dying in pain
Dying in pain
Don’t drop the bombs today, Uncle Sam
Don’t drop them ever again if you can
‘Cause the mothers are crying
The bullets are flying
The people like flies are dying
Dying in pain
Dying in pain
Dying in pain
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