The Future

The future, never looked bleaker
Excuse me if I blow your speakers
I'm the speaker of my own house now
And been spoken for for some time now

Belive me, it drives me out of my mind
Belive me, I know I never seen the worst of the crime
Belive me, I know that I'm white
And oh, what a wonderful life
(what a wonderful life)

The future is still ringing in my ears
Still ringing in new years
The rain is still forming the trees
And life is sweet like honey from the bees
But America is a funny problem
The land that overflows with fear
I don't predict we kill the world; with kindness
I hope we don't kill the world right here