Verse 1      A7M
        There's children on the street using guns and knives;
        F#m7
             They're taking drugs and each others' lives.
        Bm7
             Killing each other with knives and forks.
             Bm7                                 D/E
        And calling each other names like "dork".   Oh, woh.

Verse 2        A7M
        There's people on the street getting diseases from monkeys.
        F#m7
            Yeah, that's what I said, they're getting diseases from monkeys.
                Bm7
        Now, there's junkies with monkey disease.          
        Bm7
           Who's touching these monkeys, please?
        Bm7
        Leave these poor sick monkeys alone;
                 D/E
        They got problems enough as it is.


Verse 3      A7M
        A man is lying on the street some punk's chopped off his head.
             F#m7                                        Bm7
        I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead,
             Bm7
        Mm , turns out he's dead.


Biss                              D7M
        And that's why I'm singing: what,
               C#m7
        What is wrong with the world today?
        Bm7
             What's wrong with the world today? mumbling
        D7M         C#m7                      Bm7
        What, what is wrong with the world today?
                   Bm7
        You gotta think about it, think, think about it.


Verse 4 A7M
             Good cops been framed and put into a can,
                  F#m7
        And all the money that we're making is going to the man.
        Bm7
             What man? Which man? Who's the man?
                  Bm7
        When's a man a man? What makes a man a man?
            Bm7          D/E
        Am I a man? Yes, technically I am.


Verse 5               A7M
        They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers
           F#7M
        but what's the real cost?
               F#m7                                Bm7
        'Cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper
                          Bm7
        Why are we still paying so much for sneakers
                           Bm7                             D/E
        When you got them being made by little slave kids? What are your overheads?


Verse 6       A7M
        At the end of you life you're lucky if you die
        F#7M
             Sometimes I wonder why we even try.
        Bm7
             Saw a man lying on the street half dead
             Bm7
        With knives and forks sticking out of his leg.


Outro              D7M            C#m7
        And he said, Ah, ah ah wow wow wow wow wow wow
        Bm7
             Can somebody please get the knife and fork out of my leg please?
        D7M                      C#m7                                Bm7
             Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?
                                    A7M
        And then we break it down. [Ad lib to end]
        A7M           F#m7       Bm7          D/W 

        D7M       C#m7    Bm7    A7M