9 Months to Fix the World

Your momma says you’re coming
I’ve got nine months to fix this world
Seems like everything here’s broken
And you’re as precious as a pearl
I’ve got nine months to fix the world
I’d be lying if I told you
There are no wars out here on earth
No hunger, no diseases
But the truth is so much worse
I’ve got nine months to break this curse
You may think I’m sleepwalking
My cloudy head’s up in the sky
You may think I’m sweet-talking
How can I listen without asking why?
You can’t rely on miracles
The wisdom of the oracles
Are politicians out there killing time
The months are down to nine
I’m declaring this whole planet
Every inch is holy land
So no matter where your feet fall
It’s sacred where you stand
From Poughkeepsie to Bethlehem
I’m gonna clear the world of bullets
And confiscate the guns
Gonna fill up all the barrels
With chewed up bubble gum
I’ve got nine months to get 'er done
Gonna whittle down the Scriptures
The Bible, the Koran
Gonna whittle 'em down to one phrase
Any fool could understand
«love your fellow man»
Then we’ll fill up all the bombers
With corn, with appleseeds
A million gallons of clean water
We’ll fill the sky with good deeds
For the people who’re in need
You may think I’m sleepwalking
My cloudy head’s up in the sky
You may think I’m sweet-talking
How can I listen without asking why?
You can’t rely on miracles
The wisdom of the oracles
Are talking politicians killing time
The months are down to nine
I’ve got nine months… to fix this world