P.F.M. (Premiata Forneria Marconi)

My God
She was born at 6am on New Year's Day In an alley right at the heart of where the homeless children play And the truth is that we will never even know her name 'Cause as long as we can fill our glasses up, we will look the other way And it's not that far from here to New Orleans Where the seemingly forgotten people are still foreclosing on their dreams And we'd just as soon keep on staring at the TV screen While this world she bleeds to death like some romantic end to a movie Oh my God, this is insane How'd it get like this, or has it always been this way Oh my God, I'm so ashamed That we try to close our eyes and make this go away And we sit in our high-rise apartments and complain about things that don't matter And we race through this life just to see who can die with as much as we can gather And a few blocks away a teenage mother plays Russian Roulette with her daughter Is this the best that we can do, is this the best that we can do Oh my God, this is insane How'd it get like this, or has it always been this way Oh my God, I'm so ashamed That we close our eyes to make this go away We just turn our heads away Aus Songtexte Mania