Losing sympathy

The Animals (the the tune of the Noah's ark song)


I'm sorry for the people who have no guns. Hurrah. Hurrah.
I think they're called civily - uns. Hurrah. Hurrah.
They're all stuck in no man's land.
They're not worth enough to give a damn.
And we all keep partying on - hurrah. hurrah.

So maybe they'll be dead by ten. Hurrah. Hurrah.
Maybe they'll all be dead by then. Hurrah. Hurrah.
Spares us from having to bomb-them-dead.
Spares them from having to fast-to-death.
And we'll all keep living on. Hurrah. Hurrah.

I'm hoping that God has no eyes. hurrah. hurrah.
I'm hoping he can't sympathise. Hurrah. Hurrah.
Cos we know that he'd soon be dead.
If he said the government was even slightly bent.
And we'd have no heaven. Gwah. Gwah.

And as for the people who walk the streets. hurrah. hurrah.
I see that they don't miss a beat. hurrah. hurrah.
They're happy to call it 'genocide' though-they-all-have-vials-of cyanide
and blow up women and-machete-to-death-the-rest.