It's a whole five years
Since we had our last chat
And, despite all the promises,
Not much came from that,
So let's have another meeting
The Politicos saId,
Global warming now
Approaching Condition Red.
Future prospects
Looking very chilling
So at least we must
Try to seem willing.
It doesn't really matter
What we say or do
For you don't trust me
And, certainly we don't trust you.
So, let's have our little meeting
For when all's done and said
By the time it comes to pass
Most of us here will long be dead
When we rationalise like that
Set out the situation
We might just as well
Leave it all to the next generation.
I'll still burn my coal,
You still sell your oil,
Chop down the Forests,
Let the wind erode the soil,
And as the climate situation
Degenerates more and more
We can divert peoples' minds
With yet another round of war.
