[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, Fuck you!

I see men talking peace
Words full of shit
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.