Saturday, June 27, 2009

 

We don’t really care about him

We Are The World, we are the people. We are the ones who make the world a better place to live in. Then when we groove to Blood On The Dance Floor. If a Dance Floor can be bloody, how hell we are going to make this Bloody World a better place to live in. We want to Burn This Disco Out, and in the process we burnt the world too.

They Don’t Care About Us, but who cares about anyone…anyways, when it is Money Money, lie for it, Spy for it, kill for it, die for it……..who cares. We are not just a Stranger In Moscow, but a stranger even at home.

The we feel we should Jam. Nation to Nation, all the world must come to together, face the problems that we see, then maybe somehow we can work it out. Work out what, when there is no bread on the table for many, we think of Jam. We intend to be Invincible, instead are invisible to all that is happening.

We sing to the earth a Earth Song, and question What about sunrise, What about rain, What about all the things, that you said we were to gain, when we need to start with The Man in Mirror to make a change. But when we look in the Mirror we say Beat It as no one wants to be defeated, we want to defeat everything, it doesn’t matter if you are wrong or right. We Scream to Heal The World, when we are Dangerous how could we heal.

Desire Billie Jean, as she was more like a beauty queen from a movies scene. Then when she has your kid, you say the kid is not my son, and then say Billie Jean is not my lover, when you have done with her. We don’t care about Bille Jean and try to worry of Little Susie, as somebody killed Little Susie.

We like to be BAD. So bad we don’t care of anyone, just ourselves and how we want to feel, and The Way You Make Me Feel. We just want to feel good and it does not matter even if it is with Dirty Diana, and tell her Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough. With her you Get On The Floor, and when you are done, you guide her Off The Wall, and feel good She’s Out Of My Life. Then carry on looking for another Pretty Young Thing and find Someone In The Dark. You tell her Baby Be Mine tell the world The Girl is Mine, and then dump her and tell her Leave Me Alone and then say she was just Another Part of Me. All you wanted was a Thriller.
We don't care if he was black or white Black Or White. Neither would we now that he has moonwalked into HIStory.

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