Think About It

There's children on the street using guns and knives
 Taking drugs and each other's lives
 Killing each other with knives and forks
 Calling each other names like 'dork'
 There's people on the street getting diseases from monkeys
 Yeah, that's what I said - they're getting diseases from monkeys
 Now there's junkies with monkey disease
 Who's touching these monkeys, please
 Leave these poor sick monkeys alone
 They've got problems enough as it is.
 Man's lying on the street
 Some punk's chopped off his head
 I'm the only one who stops
 To see if he's dead
 Mmm…
 Turns out he's dead.
 And that's why I'm singing
 What…what is wrong with the world today?
 What is wrong with the world today?
 (Jemaine mumbles)
 What…what is wrong with the world today?
 You gotta think about it
 Think think about it.
 Good cops been framed and put into a can.
 All the money that we're making is going to the man.
 What man?
 Which man?
 Who's the man?
 When's a man a man?
 What makes a man a man?
 Am I a man?
 Yes. Technically I am.
 They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers.
 But what's the real cost?
 ‘Cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper.
 Why are we still paying so much for sneakers
 When you got them made by little slave kids
 What are your overheads?
 Well, at the end of your life, you're lucky if you die,
 Sometimes I wonder why we even try.
 I saw a man lying on the street half dead
 With knives and forks sticking out of his leg.
 And he said,
 “Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
 Can somebody get that knife and fork out of my leg, please?
 Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?”
 And then we break it down.
 Yeah... ooh-ohh... This is the acapella jams
 Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh... ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...
 Yeah, yeah...
 Yeah-yeah-yaah-aah-ahh-ahh-ahh
 Whoah-whoah-oooooooo...
 Breakin' it down
 Break it down
 (Lots of whoahs and weird mouth sounds...)