You're all too busy saving children in Chile And helping victims on the other side of the world But when the war was over in Vietnam You had three adopted boys and five adopted girls, Gotta post through parcels when they're starving in Afghanistan India, Kenya, or anywhere we're winning I seen some tramp asking for the time on the street You just said: "Sorry, I'm fast" but not as fast as your feet You're too busy fighting your irrelevant battles To see what's going on in your own backyard You're too busy fighting your irrelevant battles To see what's going on in your own backyard 'Cause some of us are having a hard, hard time Yeah some of us are having a hard, hard time And you're all too busy saving children in Chile And helping (?) victims on the other side of the world But when the war was over in Vietnam You had three adopted boys and five adopted girls You're out on the streets with your little placards Marching up and down saying: "Tear it down!" I don't think you're really seeing what you're talking about Except for the tourist version no doubt You're too busy fighting your irrelevant battles To see what's going on in your own backyard You're too busy fighting your irrelevant battles To see what's going on in your own backyard 'Cause some of us are having a hard, hard time You know that some of us are having a hard, hard time Because some of us are having a hard, hard time.