Haven't you heard
of a silly little word?
No, little bird,
it's not you at all,
how ever that was quite smart of you,
smart of you doll.

Haven't you heard,
that the world's out to get us?
They'll do what ever they can, and say what they want,
just to put you under the bus!

Haven't you heard,
there's a war going on,
we fight the good fight, but now we hold for dawn?
It's hard and brutal, but onward we do march to-day,
We march, for our friends and neighbors,
even for our enemies we say.

Haven't they heard,
that we're not perfect, but we don't try to be,
that one day we'll see the Promised Land,
the Promised land we'll see.

Haven't they heard,
that there's a word,
that we all know and love.
It's the word, that we use so lightly,
think they know what we're thinking of?

We've heard it all before,
how love conquers all, but shatters on the floor,
but how can I stand quietly by,
as I see the love all stand to die?

Hear, hear!
Hear this cry!
Beware thine heart and not shed not a tear from thine eye!

Keep your chin up,
chest flat,
always know, you can do better than that.
But you're perfect,
with all your little flaws,
so fight for yourself and the others, with skin, nails tooth,
And when this fight is over, I'll see you by the corner booth.

Or haven't you heard?
We're A-L-L just a bit disturbed?

Oh but don't you worry,
no don't you fret,
we'll may lose our battles,
but we'll win this war yet!