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"Who Cares? (Well I Do!)" by A Broken Soul

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There’s a big world out my front door
So what am I waiting for?
Watched many times on my T.V.
Slowly desensitizing me

People killing people left and right
While Tara Reid hosts parties at night
So much glory and honor I’ve seen
Grass synthetically colored green

And where do I fit into this
God forsaken ‘holy land’
Given responsibilities
But we don’t care until
They get out of hand

A McDonald’s on every corner
They smell freshly of processed grub
Twelve year olds having sex in a public park
Now that’s what I call ‘pre-teen’ love

Kittens and puppies treated so well
Fueled by pigs living in hell
But what do we care, there of no use to me
Rather than killing and cooking for meat

And where do I fit into this
God forsaken ‘holy land’
Given responsibilities
But we don’t care until
They get out of hand

And what was I thinking?
It’s only safe inside these walls
This world is such a huge place
And my opinions aren’t worth much at all

Who cares about the animals?
Trapped in likes of slavery
Who cares about our nations faults?
Enough to point them out and see

We’re only getting worse with time
Greed consumes our lives
Materialize, monopolize
In the end we’re only loosing

And I’ll sit and watch on my T.V.
As America bursts into flames




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On Tuesday October 11th, 2005, An Expired Member (43) writes:
interesting society is fucked up nice work


On Tuesday October 11th, 2005, MelvinOliverDrauma (552) writes:
this is a powerful statement on the on americain culture.....youve captured the feeling of allmost an entire nation, well done


On Tuesday October 11th, 2005, Err0r (570) writes:
And I'll be in my easy chairr laughing, but then I'd probably cry considering as it burns, I'm in the states. - Damn. :D Nice write.



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