Sweet Child

I was talking with a friend of mine 
About the end of the world as we know it
Yeah, and we all know it
Sunday bloody Sunday 
Come again as you are, as you were 
As a train wreck falling from your eyes 


Everybody hurts 
Sometimes, the radio got bought  
By some big TV network 
Oh my, I think I'm gonna cry 


And it was all yellow, we were all stained 
By some clown throwing biscuits from a stage 
Now we tune in every week 
To see some cockney cowboy 
Columbine little kid's hopes, and little kid's dreams


You were home and I was alone
And I wasn't afraid of being 
The best part of waking up
But I got lost and I scrubbed myself clean 
I was clean, I was OC, but Babe
I lost my anatomy 
Then I woke up to find that I wasted my whole day


Everybody hurts 
Sometimes, the radio got bought
By some big TV network. 
Oh my, I think I'm gonna cry 


The camera lies  
The camera lies 
You and I were meant for more than 
Hovering around these TV screens 
Taking in everything 


Turn your eyes 
Turn your eyes 
Come and fly the friendly skies 
Take a good look and walk away


Do you get it? 
'Cause I got it
I sing it 
You shout it
We stand 
United 
We've got to fight it all


We've got to fight it all
Sweet child o' mine


- Sweet Child by Public Radio