Don’t blame me for the bees’ suicide.
I don’t control the planet: I’m just on for the ride.
The melting ice up north that’s going to make the planet neat
Insures there’ll be a channel some day where there’s now a street.

[CHORUS]

Am I sitting on your flower?
Have I taken all your power?
If I come back in an hour
Will you even be around?
If I pull the big alarm
can it still undo the harm?
Will the third time be the charm
or must we move to higher ground?

Scientists predict a run of great catastrophes.
Since there’ll be no underground, we’ll have to live in trees.
Fighting crows and vultures for our food will be a pain.
Sunburned fish will float by in the wake of acid rain.

{CHORUS}

Somewhere strangers sit and cultivate an inner peace.
Fatalists are hollering, "Remember Rome and Greece."
What’s abundant got redundant, then just disappeared.
With a bang we had to face the whimper that we feared.

(CHORUS)

We used to dress in chinos,now we’re just neutrinos,
floating in the cosmic wash of space.
Where used to be the earth, there’s just a blackened dearth,
a soul-less void that used to be our place.

*END* (or sing forever…