I see newborn graves 
Dirt dimmed with steam 
Open womb flesh 
Death and disease 

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world 

I see ethnic cleansing 
Pain beyond belief 
Whole nations murdered 
Sorrow and grief 

And I think to myself what a wonderful world 

The silhouettes of murder 
So pretty in the sky 
Where rapists stair and wonder 
At children passing by 
I see friends shaking hands 
Saying 'How do you do' 
But they're really saying 
Hey, [bad word] you! 

I see men talking peace 
Words full of [bad word] 
Eyes welled with war 
Poison and deceit 

And I think to my self what a wonderful world 

Yeah 
I think to my self, what a wonderful world. 
Oh yeah.