When the world runs out of wrongs

I’ll be writing no more songs

But for now

I say wow

Business is very good

I’ll keep writing little songs

‘Til there’s peace in battle zones

‘Til congress notes

The change with votes

Until then I must conclude

When a child’s peaceful at night

When love’s a symbol not might

No hunger

No danger

Until then I’ll just be rude

I’ll keep writing little songs

Loud enough to rattle bones

To spit it out

In one big shout

Until then I must conclude

When folks die of poverty

The wrong ideology

Jealousy

Notoriety

Until then I’ll just be crude

I’ll keep writing little songs

Its my way to battle wrongs

To spit it out

In one big shout

Spit it out

One big shout

Spit it out

One big shout

Spit it out