My clothes cost a lot Handmade by children Next year they're in a box Going to a thrift store in Williamsburg Daydream at the house Still in the shower I've heard about the drought My printer runneth over It's hard to place So maybe the planet dies Maybe there's no God to hear us cry When the air starts to make us sick It's not a matter of politics Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they'll learn to love Better than us Driving to the store Money, a gallon Might be finding work But at least my grocery bags are reusable So maybe the planet dies Maybe there's no God to hear us cry When the air starts to make us sick It's not a matter of politics Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they'll learn to love Better than us Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they'll learn to love Better than us Better than us