Science, not fiction
Truth, not religion
Rise from the dead, bastard son!
I have a vision
Of love, not suspicion
Maybe we all get along
Without politicians
There’s no lobbyism
If only they can prove me wrong
I’m on a mission
Cause no algorithm
Can write me a sad sad sad song
Nature’s calling all mankind
This world is fucked up and so am I
I am calling planet earth
More is coming, it’s getting worse
Clowns and despots everywhere
We’re not gone yet, but getting there
Crack a bottle, clap and cheer
All is well, the end is here
GREGOR McEWAN - VOCALS & ACOUSTIC GUITAR
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