Don't people get it? There's a world out there thats screaming for help. It's on the brink, on the edge of a cliff yelling, hoping someone will notice and stop it from jumping. And some people glance towards it and look away and ask “so what's the gossip from last night?” Meanwhile the world is tottering dangerously on the edge, getting hypnotized by the little specks of sea far below. It's deliciously inviting. A concerned few shout out “hey, don't go that close” between swigs of beer and a joint that's doing the rounds. The world starts singing like a madman. At first its faint, like a distant song, coming from a radio a few house down. And then it gets louder and LOUDER until its at full volume, an anthem at the top of its voices. And the beer drinkers are forced to look over. They sit up, and they like it and they start keeping the beat. But the girls, they get annoyed and shut the window cause, like, “there's too much noise outside, say that again, she kissed who?”