Ethics Express
No, we aren't just a bunch of goofballs, we know there's suffering in this world
We spend our days getting run over on the sunset boulevard
But underneath every set of tires is a gentle, kindly thing
And we spend a lot of time with them as we hear the sirens ring
No, there's two John Wilkes Booths for every Lincoln that's tied up on the tracks
It wouldn't make much cents to save him, but it isn't money that you lack
There's another willing organ donor, you shouldn't kill to keep them alive
Crash the trolley and you'll end up saving six instead of only five