I'd like to congratulate you,
On putting a man on the moon,
But please, please, please - please,
Can you feed me one day soon.

I'd like to offer my thanks,
For all your weapons and tanks.
But please, please, please - please,
Can you clothe me one day, thanks.

Wouldn't it be nice, if priorities were right.
A little forward planning, a bit of foresight.
Just a little tiny bit of respect.

I don't like to criticise,
All your falsehoods and lies,
But why, why, why - why,
Must you ignore my blinded eyes.

I really don't like to complain,
As I drink your acid rain.
But why, why, why - why,
Must I suffer in silent pain.

Chorus.

I'd like to congratulate you,
On killing my family and friends.
But please, please, please - please,
Can blind ignorance please end.

Chorus.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002