What The Fuck Do I Know?

I imagine the world is round
I keep my wits underground
I reckon the Queen of Hearts was murdered
I believe the truth gets censured
But what the fuck do I know?

I surmise that GM food is bad
I recall when scientists were mad
I speculate the twin towers were an inside job
I say Bush and Cheney are part of a lynch mob
But what the fuck do I know

I acknowledge we live in a dictatorship
I trust we will reject the microchip
I consider Jesus to be a myth
I hope religion be banned forthwith
But what the fuck do I know?

I propose football is about more than a cup
I suggest it is time to wisen up
I don’t want voting to be pointless
I want some good to come out of illness
But what the fuck do I know?

I regard vaccinations to be poison
I treat homosexuals like a person
I see God being used as a weapon
I sympathise with Harold Shipman
But what the fuck do I know?

I calculate war is good for business
I venture that God cannot be sinned against
I watch hypocrisy in the press
I figure we are in a mess
But what the fuck do I know?

I regret that oil is running out
I wish the public had more clout
I forecast a new paradigm is on the horizon
I envisage a regenerated amazon
But what the fuck do I know?

I witness mother nature rebelling
I hear bad fortune telling
I understand why people are frightened
I picture evil becoming enlightened
But what the fuck do I know?

I realise the world outside us does not exist
I study the health service from a waiting list
I view everyone as God
I debate the usefulness of a firing squad
But what the fuck do I know?

I count the stock market as a casino
I love life just like a bambino
I contemplate love conquering fear
I project a new frontier
But what the fuck do I know?

I ascertain drugs control the masses
I respect the ozone gases
I come across pornography on the net
I check my computer isn’t wet
But what the fuck do I know?

I figure reading books is good
I can’t get in the social mood
I have what I need inside
I still try to run away and hide
But what the fuck do I know?

I shudder at living forever
I control my daily weather
I complain about the illusion
I put my hand up for a substitution
But what the fuck do I know?

I fancy applying the brakes
I conjecture we should learn from our mistakes
I judge prison as a waste of time
I suspect that CCTV does not stop crime
But what the fuck do I know?

I see hell as being a state of mind
I trudge my way through the daily grind
I ask what should my country do?
I rely heavily on the chosen few
But what the fuck do I know?

I learn education hinders learning
I have a deep psychotic yearning
I repeat work that is too repetitive
I train to be competitive
But what the fuck do I know?

I visualise my death as a beginning
I trust my creator is always grinning
I guess nothing happens by accident
I may need to make an adjustment
But what the fuck do I know?

I remember when the old were treated with respect
I treat every youth as suspect
I envision the world being free of debt
I moot before I place a bet
But what the fuck do I know?

I think newsreaders are the biggest sinners
I reject popularity winners
I conceive fame being as empty as an atom
I disagree with expert’s sense datum
But what the fuck do I know?

I act like the revolution has taken place
I reside in the mask of my own face
I admit my collective ignorance
I take pride in my appearance
But what the fuck do I know?

I demand that we can afford to live
I get struck with the need to forgive
I determine the world needs heroes
I dream of earning lots of zeros
But what the fuck do I know?

Cheers!