What a Walkerful World

WALKERFUL WORLD
by Ed “Thanks a Million” Kuharski

[Apologies to songwriters: George David Weiss, George Douglas, Bob Theile]

I see trees of brown…….. dead roses too
I see em die….. for greed and for fuel
And I think to myself…. what a Walkerful World.

I see skies of hate….. clouds of spite
God-blessed days….dark scary nights
And I think to myself …..what a Walkerful World.

The colors of a storm cloud…..so angry …in the sky
Are also on the faces…..of people …who drive by
I see goons shaking fists…..sayin… Recall? … screw you
They’re clearly sayin……I despise you.

I hear babies cry…… I watch Scotty show
Them a safe world…..that they’ll never know
And I think to myself …..what a Walkerful World

(instru-mental breakdown)

The colors of an oil slick…..spreading downstream so fast
Are smeared on the faces…..of dead fish ..floating past
I see thieves taking funds…..taking.. our houses too
They’re really sayin…*spoken*(I ….own….you).

I hear grown men cry…… I watch them crushed
*spoken*(you know they’re …gonna get
Thrown … under …the bus)
And I curse to myself …..what a Walkerful World
Yes I curse to myself …….what a Walkerful World.

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