Got out of bed with
things in my head
I said to myself
Be good to yourself
You have to be
Who else will be?

The neighbour next door
His wife left for more
He sits in his chair
and watches the war
You have to be
You have to see

Ahh

How days can turn so sad

Man on the roof
kills everyone that gets
in the line
of him and his gun
then shoots himself
when he's done...

Could one foresee
Where it would lead
a schoolyard dispute
turns into a high school
shooting spree
Tragically

Ahh

How days can turn so sad

And strip you of all that's glad