How can you say that you're not responsible?
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction?
What should it be?
Confronted by this latest atrocity

*Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears

Hide my face in my hand
Shame wells in my throat
A comfortable existence is reduced to
A shallow, meaningless parody
It seems that when some innocent die
All we can offer them is a page in some magazine
Too many cameras and not enough food
This is what we've seen

*repeat

Whoa, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Protest is futile
Nothin' seems to get through
What's to become of our world?
Who knows what to do

*repeat