Don’t blame me for the bees’ suicide.
\nI don’t control the planet: I’m just on for the ride.
\nThe melting ice up north that’s going to make the planet neat
\nInsures there’ll be a channel some day where there’s now a street.<\/p>\n
[CHORUS]<\/p>\n
Am I sitting on your flower?
\nHave I taken all your power?
\nIf I come back in an hour
\nWill you even be around?
\nIf I pull the big alarm
\ncan it still undo the harm?
\nWill the third time be the charm
\nor must we move to higher ground?<\/p>\n
Scientists predict a run of great catastrophes.
\nSince there’ll be no underground, we’ll have to live in trees.
\nFighting crows and vultures for our food will be a pain.
\nSunburned fish will float by in the wake of acid rain.<\/p>\n
{CHORUS}<\/p>\n
Somewhere strangers sit and cultivate an inner peace.
\nFatalists are hollering, "Remember Rome and Greece."
\nWhat’s abundant got redundant, then just disappeared.
\nWith a bang we had to face the whimper that we feared.<\/p>\n
(CHORUS)<\/p>\n
We used to dress in chinos,now we’re just neutrinos,
\nfloating in the cosmic wash of space.
\nWhere used to be the earth, there’s just a blackened dearth,
\na soul-less void that used to be our place.<\/p>\n
*END* (or sing forever…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"