All Kind of Excuses
What do you think of the world
Dying of destruction?
What is the part that you’re playing?
What is our function?
Is there a place in this space
for a resolution?
Can we heal the wounds we have made?
What would be the solution?
CHORUS:
Scientist wants us to know
Governments don’t wanna grow
They’re making all kind of excuses
They wanna hold on to everything that’s wrong
That’s why I wrote this song
We need to march along
What do you know of extinction
all the precious living gone?
Museum be their only distinction
Who can say there’s nothing wrong?
If it be our further ambition
to turn this world upside down
Cut the trees , turn the ignition
The World in pain will cause a frown
BRIDGE:
Just make your prey mean something
Do what you know is right
Put your passion to action
The World deserves your fight
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