E / Em / D /Dm / C / Cm
Hope I don't get cynical during this cycle Geeze, I hope this cycle is a circle And, not just a bee line to the bottom Yeah, now the world is all a buzz Wishing they could change what was Yet, I fear... there still does appear To be wide mismanagement of our environment Everyone pointing to someone else's backyard When it really isn't that hard To look closer to home What is the carbon footprint on your doormat Is wide? Is it fat? Am I all alone... Or, do you, too, spew from here to infinitude Call ourselves civilized? I call us crude Can't hide. Dirty rat. Hope I don't get misanthropic on this topic Geeze, I hope I can still study anthropology Or, chronologically... have we determined finality? From the quicksand of time We can't climb Sinking without thinking Drinking to our demise It's no surprise we can not rise Sinking in the quicksand of time Falling from prime time To an anticlimactical galactical mistake A footnote on "not" that will be forgot How to hate and be mean... Instead of the on-going theme -- "for goodness' sake"