If there's one thing that I can't explain Is why the world has to have so much pain With all the ways of communicating We can't get in touch with who we're hating
So turn on turn on turn on the news
I hear it every day on the radio Somebody shoots a guy he don't even know Airplanes falling out of the sky A baby is born and another one dies Highways fill with refugees Doctors finding out about disease With all this uptight pushing and shoving That keeps us away from who we're loving
So turn on, turn on, turn on the newsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
