The stars at night are big and bright
Despite carbon monoxide
The prairie sky is wide and high
Over the landfill nearby
It's disgusting what we're doing
Poisoning the world around us
Slowly dying, horrifying
Everything we know is crying out
Consistently for a shred of empathy
It's all in the name of industry
We're a disease killing off all the bees and trees
There's an island that's made from bottles of Gatorade
Actually, there's now five patches where that shit survives
It's growing, not slowing, ongoing
Just floating, exposing our cuisine to styrene
It's obscene
We're assholes
We're assholes
We're assholes
We're assholes
We're assholes
We're assholes
We are fucking assholes
Just for one second, think of the life
That is threatened by our design
We are weapons for corporate crime
When we step in, will we have time?
Cut down a forest
We are terrorists for conglomerates
By 2050, Florida's undersea, and Corpus Christi
I know it's Florida, but if you want an orange you should've cared
Forest fires and large torrents of sand
The recession of land
Flooding of sewers, that is our future
Later or sooner
Just for one second, think of the life
That is threatened by our design
We are weapons for corporate crime
When we step in, will we have time?
Just for one second, think of the life
That is threatened by our design
We are weapons for corporate crime
When we step in, will we have time?