Its not up to you

I'm sitting in my room again
Thinking how things used to be.
I've turned off radio and TV
'cause I don't wanna see.

I don't wanna see the children scream
I don't wanna hear bombs burst
I don't know how to believe or agree
With all these political dirts.

Chorus:
It's not up to you
It's not up to you
To decide who's right and who's wrong
It's not up to you
It's not up to you
To thread on any one's corn.

I'm walking down the city streets
Watching the people pass
Their faces filed with apathy
None of them cares a cuss.

Nobody cares of Mothers crying
Nobody ever looks back
Nobody thinks of young boys dying
Oh, such a dreadful lack!

Chorus.

I see them coming in the class
Of Columbine high school.
Have they just got in a mess?
Or is it a fault of gag rule?

I see the bullets whining loud
I hear the volleys swell…
And in the end they shot themselves
But before took another twelve.

Chorus.