Woorden: Strokes. Mercy Mercy Me.

Oh, oh, mercy, mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be, oh, no
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows
From the north and south and east

Well, mercy, mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be, oh, no
Oil wasted on the ocean and upon our seas
Fish full of mercury

Oh, mercy, mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no, no, no
Radiation underground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live near by are dying

Oh, mercy, mercy me
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
What about this over crowded land?
How much more abuse from man can you stand?