Whoa Whoa Whoa Uh oh
The Sun Beats Down on her face
As she's reading a book
'Bout the end of the human race
And as she sits for awhile
Well she blows her a kiss
And she throws her a smile
And she's got nowhere to go
Ahe's bound to rock and roll
Into the future
She's got nowhere to go
She's bound to steal the show
The sun beats down on the trees
As they're being cut down
For a book that nobody reads
And as they suffer for miles
They're relinquishing scripts
And extinguishing smiles
And they've got no room to grow
They're bound to lose control
Into the future
At the end of time itself
When the stars burn out
She's got a pretty lip
She's got a pretty face
But when she's sick of it
She's sick of the human race
She's dead and fallin' down
But never wears a frown
And she doesn't hear a word you say
And she's got no
Nowhere to go
It's gonna take some time
But she's bound to steal the show
Now she's sick to death
And she just wants to see you smile
Whoa oh oh oh