Get out of bed, put on your shoes Make some coffee, turn on the news There's people dyin' cryin', singing the blues In every age of the centuries' span Wise men try to understand Why sorrow is forever the song of man Hope lives in the hearts of men Hatred creeps in now and then I hate to tell you kid, but it'll never end Women cry as the men kill Always have and always will You know we're never gonna run out of blood to spill Hearts break, hearts mend Pick up the pieces, you get up again The sun comes up and the sun goes down That's just the way the world goes around Lions kill and rabbits run Men make bread and butter and guns Death comes around to visit everyone Empires crumble and fall from the Twin towers to the wailing wall One thing remains, the terrible beauty of it all Chorus Solo Chorus