Best lyrics about the state of humanity.

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"Crack mothers, crack babies, and AIDS patients. Youngbloods can't spell but they can rock you in PlayStation!"

Liars and fools; sons and failures

Thieves will always say

Lost and found; ailing wanderers

Healers always say

Whores and angels; men with problems

Leavers always say

Broken hearted; separated

Orphans always say

War creators; racial haters

Preachers always say

Distant fathers; fallen warriors

Givers always say

Pilgrim saints; lonely widows

Users always say

Fearful mothers; watchful doubters

Saviors always say

Sometimes I cannot forgive

And these days, mercy cuts so deep

If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep

While I lay, I dream we're better,

Scales were gone and faces light

When we wake, we hate our brother

We still move to hurt each other

Sometimes I can close my eyes,

And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,

What makes me so badly bent?

We all have a chance to murder

We all feel the need for wonder

We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven

All the times I thought to reach up

All the times I had to give

Babies underneath their beds

Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,

All the comforts of cathedrals

All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance

All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense

Oh my God

Oh my God

Oh my God

"Girls just want to have fun!"

Everyone has AIDS!

AIDS AIDS AIDS!

AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS!

Everyone has AIDS!

And so this is the end of our story

And everyone is dead from AIDS

It took from me my best friend

My only true pal

My only bright star (he died of AIDS)

Well I'm gonna march on Washington

Lead the fight and charge the brigades

There's a hero inside of all of us

I'll make them see everyone has AIDS

My father (AIDS!)

My sister (AIDS!)

My uncle and my cousin and her best friend (AIDS AIDS AIDS!)

The gays and the straights

And the white and the spades

Everyone has AIDS!

My grandma and my dog 'ol blue (AIDS AIDS AIDS)

The pope has got it and so do you (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS)

C'mon everybody we got quilting to do (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS)

We gotta break down these baricades, everyone has

AIDS! x 20

i think FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS said it the best in the song "Think about it"

Children on the streets using guns and knives

Taking drugs and each other's lives

Killing each other using knives and forks

And calling each other names like dork

There's people on the street getting diseases from monkeys

Yeah that's what I said, their getting diseases from monkeys

Whys this happening, please, whose been touching these monkeys

Leave these poor sick monkeys alone

There sick, they've got problems enough as it is

A man is lying on the street, some punk has chopped off his head

And I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead, aaoohhh

Turns out he's dead

That's why I'm singing, Aaaaoooh what is wrong with the world today?

What's wrong with the world today, *mumbles* never said nothings wrong with it

Uooo, what is wrong with the world today?

Think about it, think about it, think, think about it

Good cops get framed and put into a can

And all the money that we're making is going to the maaan

What man, whose the man, when's a man a man, why's it so hard to be a man

Am I a man? Yes, technically, yes...

Oohh, come on, sont zootka they're turning kids into slaves

They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers

But what's the real cost, ‘cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper

Why are we still paying so much for sneakers when you got little kid slaves making them

What are your overheads?

Well, at the end of your life, you are lucky if you die

Sometimes I wonder why I would even try

Why try

I saw a man lying on the street half dead

He had knives and forks sticking out of his leg

He said, Ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhhhhwww

Can somebody get the knife and fork out of my leg, please

Ooh, could somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees

Yeah yeeeahhh

This is where we break it down

This is where we break it down

We'll break it down

What are they doing, their breaking it down

What do they do, and now their keeping it funky

Just having a funky jam and then we're going to drop the beat

And then we'll bring it back *wails* Up

Wah wah wah waaah!

*Both go to town with the wailing*

Then we'll take it low

Fading out, fading out

We're talking about the issues, but we're keeping it funky

We're fading out, we're just fading out

Why they getting quiet, they're just fading out

*monkey noises*

Stop touching that monkey

"show me your genitals"

If you take a negative view of the state of humanity, you might enjoy the lyrics of the last cut in Roger Waters' Amused to Death, from the song of the same name:

We watched the tragedy unfold

We did as we were told

We bought and sold

It was the greatest show on earth

But then it was over

We ohhed and aahed

We drove our racing cars

We ate our last few jars of caviar

And somewhere out there in the stars

A keen-eyed look-out

Spied a flickering light

Our last hurrah

Our last hurrah

And when they found our shadows

Grouped 'round the TV sets

They ran down every lead

They repeated every test

They checked out all the data on their lists

And then, the alien anthropologists

Admitted they were still perplexed

But on eliminating every other reason

For our sad demise

They logged the only explanation left

This species has amused itself to death

No tears to cry, no feelings left

This species has amused itself to death

Amused itself to death

Amused itself to death (repeating)

(switch channels)