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It's alright, It's okay,Ask me about tomorrow, Only here today.And as for next week, As for next yearThe future, my regardsKnow I'll be here. They say people are getting better, People are okay. But you see everything can be narrowed down Into the truth behind you.You just gotta know where to look,You gotta know where to find it. They say they built a pawn shopRight on the spot where the Devil fell,Because even when you are broke You still got something you can sell. Hell, the guy on the podium says he sells truthBut you can smell all the politics on his breath.He's been doing too many shots of taxes and death. There's a guy on my street corner SongtexteWho says he sells freedom. He'll even give me the needles if I'm broke, If I need 'em. But you see I know what I'm missin'So I ain't gotta try it, Because freedom ain't freedom If you gotta buy it. But I have no grand plan For the great escape And even though I got a pretty decent cape in my closetWhen I rip open my shirt There is no "S" on my chest.I'm no superman,No adopted bulletproof saviour of the earth. I'm just like everyone else,I have to be slapped on the ass at birth.But for what it's worth,I'm more like Clark Kent. A journalist of the humanitiesThat tells it like it is,And now I'm telling youWe live in a world where Darth Vader reminds us:"This is CNN".But even Darth Vader stuttered When we hard about these kids Who turned their school into a shooting range. And the whole world sat by like a baby in a shitty diaper,Crying out for change. And it's alright,It's okay,Ask me about tomorrow,Only here today.And as for next week,As for next year,The future, my regardsKnow I'll be here. But what about the grade ten dropoutsWith the grade two reading levelsThat play Russian Roulette with gunsThat they found on their playground. Whispering "Don't worry,Even if it does happen It will take less than a minute". Because I guess, even the word "funeral"Still has the word "fun" in it. And in order to reinsure ourselves,We listen to people,Because people say that people are getting better.People are okay. But if you look outside your windowThe children aren't playing marbles or jacks,They are vengefully stepping on cracksTo break their mother's backsWhen they can't have their way. Sure, people are getting better.People are okay. And we send our children running towards the futureAs if the future is the place to be.And all we can see is the hope bleeding out of their eyesAs they look up and watch the airlines plummet from the skies. And they run past a young girl in a small cubby holeFull of corroding cement,Because she doesn't run anymore. See, she's already dropped out of the raceAnd incase you couldn't tellBy looking at the lesions on her face,She hangs a cardboard sign around her neck that reads:"I have AIDS, Please, leave me alone". And the kids put more quarters into the phoneAnd then cry into the flat line of the dial tone,And Mum and Dad say,"No, you can't come home". And it's alright,It's okay,Ask me about tomorrow,Only here today,As for next week,As for next yearThe future, my regards,Know I'll be here. They say, people are getting better.People are okay.But I can only say that none of this is okay.The world is not okay.And I'm no better then anyone else,I'm looking for answers. Stumbling around in the dark,Curling up like a question markBecause I don't know what to do.But I know you have to care about the worldBecause it doesn't care about you. Aus Songtexte Mania