If there's one thing that i can't explain
Is why the world has to have so much pain
With all the ways [bad word] We can't get in touch with who we're hating

So turn on turn on turn on the news

I hear it every day on the radio
Somebody shoots a guy he don't even know
Airplanes falling out of the sky
baby is born and another one dies
Highways fill with refugees
Doctors finding out about disease
With all this uptight pushing and shoving
That keeps us away from who we're _loving_