the polar icecaps, centrifuge. First snowman built at the end of June. He slicks his hair for the interview, his fifteen-minute fame. Would you agree, times have changed?
world's in danger Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke on swallowed pride. Heads down in the sand. Don't wanna see the damage they've done, oh no Trees destroyed by acid
. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
. . Nowhere left to turn. No-one left to turn to. Voices raised in anger. They don't have the answer. Our whole world's in danger. . Oil slicks on the ebbing tide. Progress out of hand. Blind men choke
. Call it treason Band aids on dead doorways. No heroes in the Bat Cave. Don't give me Tears for Fears. Give me tears of rage. Fires burn in black smoke. Oil slicks put us on the ropes. Man it's hard
, now let's ride. That's right, put the pedal to the metal and go. The yellow madellow with slicks on sending 'em home. Stick cars in the concrete, gripping the road. So quick, get in the palm trees, look
