Out of the box© (lyrics – style of Bob!)

 

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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