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I woke up late, I was running behind
I walked out into the summer swelter
Oh, Please Lord, find me some shelter
I hoped I'd find some down the line
In this warming world we call home
Millions of people are set to roam
It's easy to see that the ocean foam
Is rising higher and taking our home
Billionaires are heading to space
They look in the mirror, they have no face
My penis rocket is bigger than yours
The people shop in empty stores
I met someone I didn't know
And we agreed we had to throw
A ragged brick at the whole damn show
Cuz' what we have is a fucking joke
When it's a crime for being woke
In a world afire that we all stoke
Where do we go from here?
A world that's taught to live in fear
We all just want a chance
To live a life without the need to throw a lance
But this beautiful Earth is where we live
Look at the needs, what can you give?
The Sun is going to set
But I'm not ready yet
To surrender my life to a hedgey bet
We all know what we need
Can we ever end our incessant greed?
Of things desired we just don't need






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