When I looked through the window

I saw things I couldn’t believe

People running over each other

No one cares about the other

Everyone’s got a machine gun

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I changed my mind I couldn’t watch this

I changed my mind and I changed the channel and I changed the channel on my TV set

Hot sun, a desert caravan, grey camels move across yellow sand with a few ghosts

Bedouins dressed in white, dressed in black, red stains, not happy, they're like very tired

They’re driven out of their home, starving, begging for salvation, looking to the motionless

Heavens, but there’s just a roaring bomber bringing more of the same

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Sólo:

Standing at my window

Looking out at the little kids

Playing with their dogs

Playing with their friends

Together, friendly and happy

Tell me Mr. World is it necessary

To teach our children to teach our children to fight, to hate

To carry a gun and to show them how to kill

I took the remote control

Pushed down, pushed the red trigger

And I turned off the devil, the devil called the TV