We see it on TV we get calls on the phone
By the prophets of doom they won´t leave us alone
The planet is dying and there´s no time to spare
They spend all our days sowing seeds of despair
We get enough bad news to harden our hearts
This fear what we feed on is what´s keeping us apart
To say that we doomed is just an obvious remark
And it don´t make you right it just keep you in the dark
I don´t want to live angry
I don´t want to live scared
I don´t need no more prophets crying
"Brother beware"
Just put some work in my hand
And give me a dollar to spare
And don´t let me sow those seeds of despair
Well this earth is a graveyard it will swallow our bones
It was here long before us it will be here when we´re gone
And it´s a vain generation that looks for a sign
Don´t you think we could make better use of our time
Yeah, the air could be cleaner and the water could be too
But what we do to each other are the worst things that we do
And we can treasure our freedoms behind our locked doors
But God speed the day when we´re lonely no more
I don´t want to live angry
I don´t want to live scared
I don´t need no more prophets crying
"Brother beware"
Just put some work in my hand
And give me a dollar to spare
And don´t let me sow those seeds of despair

Writer : GREEN, GEORGE MICHAEL/MELLENCAMP, JOHN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing