A man is a man, because he’s equal to me
In a country of promises to let each man be
Everything different is painted the same
And the same washed till it’s different, else it will complain
Don’t tell me to change, so I can fit in
When you break every pledge, that you are making
It’s time to admit, the problem’s out of the box
And on the end of the pens quickly marking their cross
Ears promise to listen, but don’t want to hear
While electrical gadgets swallow everything near
How can you tell if people see what you saw
When they’re sick of the sights they try to ignore
The poor children today, no space for their stuff
Yet they claim Nicholas never brought them enough
It’s time to admit, the problem’s out of the box
And on the end of the pens quickly marking their cross
The world looks sick, it might need a rest
Stop using so much of what it has been blessed
But the only way – to thrive on earth
Is by going to work, in a clean ironed shirt
So put on your new clothes and make up your face
Else you they will blame for the state of the place
It’s time to admit, the problem’s out of the box
And on the end of the pens quickly marking their cross
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