In the world of problems in the world of unjust
its hard to find out who you can trust
brothers killing brothers it makes no sense
mens hearts to fill with hate seem to have no condense
do you wanna make a change its time to make a change
i look on the gutter roads,
where people dump clothes
on the street
all the drunks trying to find shoes for their feet
the gangs bang like woodpecker\'s beaks
all the rich fells driving round in their jeeps
do you want to make a change its time to make a change
