This Is Hell

I found a pigeon carcass half eaten by foxes in my yard I don't care what Bruce says, it is not a good day to die hard When did it become okay for the end to justify the means? Not wanting to live in reality and only in our dreams And what a dream A lovely dream to be in I've got rose-tinted glasses on But, oh, I can still tell That we deserve better than this crud The lunatics took over hell The earth Is hotting up And no-one Gives a stuff I've got rose-tinted glasses on But, oh, I can still tell This is hell The child is the only one brave enough to shout at the orange man Black boys locked up for not having train tickets in their hand Is that right? Should we not continue the fight? I've got rose-tinted glasses on But, oh, I can still tell That we deserve better than this crud The lunatics took over hell The earth Is hotting up And no-one Gives a stuff I've got rose-tinted glasses on But, oh, I can still tell This is hell It feels a bit like Titanic and we're heading to the Iceberg Jack could have got on that door, the end it makes no sense Is that right? Should we not continue the fight? I've got rose-tinted glasses on But, oh, I can still tell That we deserve better than this crud The lunatics took over hell The earth Is hotting up And no-one Gives a stuff I've got rose-tinted glasses on But, oh, I can still tell This is hell