GPS (Global Problems Served) Lyrics

The garden full of weeds
The woods full of trees
The town full of needs
The sea bleeds
The air sowing a growing disease called greed

Not knowing which direction it will choose
Full of surprises
Earth is heating up its belly
Desperate to awake

Disturbed and anxious to retreat
Inventing more problems we can bare!

Global positioning systems, watching the sick
Too old to be locked up, still dangerous a man walks
A little child, playing in the garden
Playing in the woods, playing in town
Cannot see the difference between good and evil
When evil, evil hides itself

Lock up the sick, repeating their crimes
To save the kids before they grab them

Diving and swimming along with amazing creatures
The sea is unveiling its precious treasures
The air full of life, fly towards their death
And we march to ours...

Lock up the sick, repeating their crimes
To save the kids before they grab them

Global problems served
Global problems served
Global problems served
Global problems served...