Flight of the Conchords; Think About It

Children on the streets using guns and knives
Taking drugs and each others’ lives
Killing each other using knives and forks
And 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
Why is this happening, please, whose been touching these monkeys
Leave these poor sick monkeys alone
They’re sick, they’ve got problems enough as it is

A man is lying on the street, some punk has chopped off his head
And I’m the only one who stops to see if he’s dead
Turns out he’s dead

That’s why I’m singing, what is wrong with the world today?
What's wrong with the world today, (never said nothing’s wrong with it)
What is wrong with the world today?
Think about it, think about it, think, think about it

Good cops get framed and put into a can
And all the money that we’re making is going to the man
What man, whose the man, when’s a man a man, why’s it so hard to be a man
Am I a man? Yes, technically, yes

Oohh come on, they’re turning kids into slaves
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 little kid slaves making them
What are you overhead?

Well, at the end of your life, you are lucky if you die
Sometimes I wonder why we even try
I saw a man lying on the street half dead
He had knives and forks sticking out of his leg
He said, Ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhhhh oooow
Can somebody get the knife and fork out of my leg please
Could somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees

Yeah yeeeahhh, this is where we break it down
This is where we break it down
We’ll break it down
What are they doing, their breaking it down
What do they do, and now their keeping it funky
Just having a funky jam and then we’re going to drop the beat

And then we’ll bring it back upThen we’ll take it low
We’re talking about the issues, but we’re keeping it funky, yeah
We’re fading out, just fading out
Why they getting quiet, they’re just fading out

(*monkey noises*
Stop touching that monkey)

I think I'm in love with this band, their lyrics are so hilarious. Absolutely awesome, I say!
(especially:
"What man, whose the man, when's a man a man, why's it so hard to be a man? Am I a man? Yes, technically, yes."

AND "Would somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?"

AND the rest of the whole song. And their other songs. yeah.)