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Well you don't need the papers to inform you where we are or another zealot preacher with his soapbox and guitar but what do you think the consequence of apathy invites when we plan our children's future with the shortest range of sight The global leaders bargain in their politics and power while our next generations born in earth's eleventh hour Chorus: When the trees are made of plastic and there's no more oil to drill when Africa is empty and the zoos are finally filled we'll sacrifice our children at the alter to the God of fossil fuel When you're sitting on the sofa with your junk food and a beer the third world's just a commercial for the bleeding liberal ear so you change it to a sitcom Letras de cancionesto avoid the hungry voice that simply sad solution is a coward's drug of choice I bet you'll see it clearly through a younger pair of eyes the bleakness of the globe as they inherit our demise Chorus Dad what are these animals? I found them them in a book Son they once roamed Africa 'till their habitat was took The answers are so painful to the questions my son asks humans just don't see tragedy unless they're looking in the past If the answers are immediate and geared toward present tense the distant repercussions won't be felt at our expense in a thousand years from now when only desert sand is left will those who caution foresight wonder why the world was deaf? I know we'd see it clearly through a younger pair of eyes the bleakness of the globe as they inherit our demise Chorus twice From Letras Mania