The Day of Trouble
Kids bringing guns to school
No longer show and tell
The handwriting is on the wall
Can you hear the bell
Crime is in the highchair
Rocking to the low ride
Who's gonna clean up this mess
Somebody said, "Not me, not I"
The market became woosey
And took a little dip
Those at the bottom
Are the ones who got the slip
On 9/11 with our very own eyes
We saw hatred rain from the skies
The world keeps spinning round and round
When is it going to stop
Heaven knows what time it is
And the earth is the clock
Jesus said, "I'll be with you
Until the end."
But nobody knows
Where in the world to begin.
Nobody know the troulbe I see
No longer show and tell
The handwriting is on the wall
Can you hear the bell
Crime is in the highchair
Rocking to the low ride
Who's gonna clean up this mess
Somebody said, "Not me, not I"
The market became woosey
And took a little dip
Those at the bottom
Are the ones who got the slip
On 9/11 with our very own eyes
We saw hatred rain from the skies
The world keeps spinning round and round
When is it going to stop
Heaven knows what time it is
And the earth is the clock
Jesus said, "I'll be with you
Until the end."
But nobody knows
Where in the world to begin.
Nobody know the troulbe I see
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