I've got some questions, I'd like you to hear
Should I be fearful? Is Armageddon near?
Should I stay in my home, or try to run?
Should I try and get hold
Of a knife or a gun?
Is it worse or better
Than they say it is?
Something doesn't add up
With this little quiz
I've got a secret, I try hard to keep
But it's not that easy, And I'm losing sleep
I'm getting cynical, As I'm getting old
And finding it harder, To believe what I'm told
Bright stars still shining, high up in the sky
In front of the moon, I see clouds passing by
Scores on the news, Like it's all a big game
So many dying, Such a pitiful shame
I think that the clocks, They go forward today
I've never understood why, But that's OK
Sometimes I buckle, And I just obey
I'm only a human, What more can I say?