It's a sick, sick world
Die laughing, die with passion
Die fast and go out blasting
When the only thing that matters is
G. I. Joe's
This world is less complex I suppose
If time froze at the age of innocence
Life at it's purest form the simplest
Recognize change starts from within
Remember before we started to sin?
And kids were allowed to be kids?
Where's the innocence?
Die laughing, die with passion
Die fast and go out blasting
Fuck the world, keep blasting
They say there's something wrong with us
Maybe we lost touch, maybe we fucked up
But I don't think there's something wrong with us
I think you lost touch, I think you fucked up
Point the finger at yourself this time
Point the finger at yourself
Do we love our children or neglect them?
When they speak do you listen?
Do you pay attention?
Pay attention
Kids are starving for attention
For so long
Ask yourself
Where did we go wrong?
Call me insane the Internet has corrupted my brain
Desensitized by video games
Pulling me in, making me sin
Recognize change starts from within
Remember before we started to sin?
And kids were allowed to be kids?
Where's the innocence?
Die laughing, die with passion
Die fast and go out blasting
Fuck the world, keep blasting
They say there's something wrong with us
Maybe we lost touch, maybe we fucked up
But I don't think there's something wrong with us
I think you lost touch, I think you fucked up
Point the finger at yourself this time
Point the finger at yourself
Sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick world
Laughing
Sick, sick, sick world
Who's laughing now?
Sick, sick world
Who's laughing now?
Sick, sick
Sick, sick
Sick, sick
Artist: Clint Black
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