"Think About It" Lyrics

There's children on the street using guns and knives
They're taking drugs and each other's lives
Killing each other with knives and forks
And calling each other names like "dork"
Woah

There's people on the street getting diseases from monkeys
Yeah that's what I said, they're getting diseases from monkeys
Now there's junkies with monkey disease
Who's touching these monkeys?
Please
Leave these poor, sick monkeys alone
They've got problems enough as it is

A man is lying on the street, some punk's chopped off his head
I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead
Mmmmm
Turns out he's dead

And that's why I'm singing
What, what is wrong with the world today?
What's wrong with the world today
(Incoherent mumbling)
What, what is wrong with the world today-ay-ay?
You gotta think about it, think think about it

Good cops been framed and put into a can
And all the money that we're making is going to the man
What man?
Which the man?
Who's the man?
When's a man a man?
What makes a man a man?
Am I a man?
Yes, technically I am

They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers
But what's the real cost?
'Cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper
Why are we still paying so much for sneakers
When you got them made by little slave kids?
What are your overheads?

At the end of your life
You're lucky if you die
Sometimes I wonder why we even try
Saw a man lying on the street half dead
With knives and forks sticking out of his leg
And he said
"Aah aah aah aow aow ow ow ow ow"
Can somebody get the knife and fork out of my leg please?
Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?
And then we break it down
(Ad libbing)