Because "99"

No books or films,
No shops or ships
No cars nor toys,
Nor camping trips
Maybe the sun still rises
And maybe it will set
As we stand like fools
With rusting tools
And hopelessly forget.
The sky changes color;
Our clocks wind down and stop.
And some men kill each other
But no one calls a cop.
Our phones have fallen silent
The beer has all gone flat.
But no man seems to care
Or dare or bares to talk about that.
None are painting pictures,
None are writing poems
No man's making music
Planting crops or building homes.
My heart's
A wound down music box
And everything's in doubt
The world's afire and I've no desire to try and put it out.
All Because,
Far, far, far away,
Beautiful, naked, women play
Indifferent to us.