(Louis Armstrong Cover)
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, Fuck you!
I see men talking peace
Words full of shit
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.
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