I wonder what will happen
When the skies have all turned gray.
I wonder what will happen
When day stops being day.
I wonder what will happen
When they’ve launched the final bomb.
I wonder what will happen
Will the world start being calm?
Perhaps they’ll learn their lesson,
They’ll finally call a truce.
Perhaps they’ll have to listen,
When they find they’re in a deuce.
Perhaps, though, they won’t listen,
And the wars will still rage on.
Perhaps there’ll be no lesson,
And the world will soon be gone.
I wonder why they ever fought,
There’s room enough for all.
I’d much prefer the Camelot
Knights; peace for all.
For with the way we’re going,
We’ll surely all be dead.
Black smoke the skies shall be stowing,
The ground, blood of red.
But this is my opinion,
There’s really no right way.
For even to the lowest minion,
Should he die? None could say.
The world will take the course it takes,
We just decide how fast.
We neither raise nor lower the stakes,
We just go until we’re passed.
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