[originally by Louis Armstrong]
I see newborn graves
Dirt dimmed with steam
Open womb flesh
Death and
disease
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see ethnic cleansing
Pain beyond belief
Whole nations
murdered
Sorrow and grief
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
The silhouettes of murder
So pretty in the
sky
Where rapists stair and wonder
At children passing by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying 'How do you do'
But they're
really saying
Hey, f**k you!
I see men talking peace
Words full of s**t
Eyes welled with war
Poison and
deceit
And I think to my self what a wonderful world
Yeah
I think to my self, what a wonderful world.
Oh
yeah.