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Pretty little girl with the diamonds in her hair

Can't you see the world, my dear?

The world around you is dying, princess

But you take no notice at all



People are dying, collapsing from hunger

And yet you push your steak away

Because it's a little pink

You're the problem, princess



People are freezing, sick on the roadsides

But you throw away a warm coat

Because the colour didn't match your eyes

You're the problem, princess



Death picks people off one by one

But you prolong your own perfect life

With needless medicines and surgeries

You're the problem, princess



Children with no money go uneducated

While you throw away a good future

On booze and drugs and parties

You're the problem, princess



You're blowing your shot at Heaven

For I see the world as it is

And I see you, with the diamonds in your hair

Not caring if I live or die.