Verse 1

You’d think we’d learn not to play the fool.

We move along without a care

& those who wonder what the next day will bring.

The wheel of fortune beyond repair

Grown tired of caring grown tired of thought, another early evening news

Will tell you everything is not ok, for those with something to lose

Verse 2

Some talk about it, & a few shout and scream,

While others don’t give a damn

Grown kind of weary of this whole wide world

Too many people fail to understand

30,000 people dying every day for the want of one good meal

Their bodies lay cast out upon the sand, Sing rock of ages if ya will

Verse 3

Well there were 8 men, strong & true?

They held the world in their hands

They had the chance to change this whole damned thing

Yet they failed to even understand

30,000 people dying every day

For the want of one good meal

Their bodies lay cast out upon the sand

Sing rock of ages if ya will