The God's above are shedding tears
For the world was left in our hands
At first just tiny teardrops
Soon there is flooding from tiny hands
The skies above begin to overheat
Flooding waters rush above our feet
The fields are drying up whey and rye
Is it too late we pray to God for relief
For mankind cannot forever stand the boiling heat
Is there time to change things is it too late
Or from the bottle of greed has settled our fate
In 2012 throw the bums out show them the gate
For it we don't we don't in long lines we must wait
And the Lord of Mercy well choose who got there too late