You're all too busy saving children in Chile
And helping victims on the other side of the world
But when the war was over in Vietnam
You had three adopted boys and five adopted girls,
Gotta post through parcels when they're starving in Afghanistan
India, Kenya, or anywhere we're winning
I seen some tramp asking for the time on the street
You just said: "Sorry, I'm fast" but not as fast as your feet
You're too busy fighting your irrelevant battles
To see what's going on in your own backyard
You're too busy fighting your irrelevant battles
To see what's going on in your own backyard
'Cause some of us are having a hard, hard time
Yeah some of us are having a hard, hard time
And you're all too busy saving children in Chile
And helping (?) victims on the other side of the world
But when the war was over in Vietnam
You had three adopted boys and five adopted girls
You're out on the streets with your little placards
Marching up and down saying: "Tear it down!"
I don't think you're really seeing what you're talking about
Except for the tourist version no doubt
You're too busy fighting your irrelevant battles
To see what's going on in your own backyard
You're too busy fighting your irrelevant battles
To see what's going on in your own backyard
'Cause some of us are having a hard, hard time
You know that some of us are having a hard, hard time
Because some of us are having a hard, hard time.