THey wanted to be great again,
They wanted to save lives,
They wanted to fix things for good,
eigth of the fifth and nobody flies.
They wanted to stop the whiners,
pull the steers on all those complaints
giddy up the punters,
so they praise their very waists.
There was no choice I’ll have you know,
Engineered to perfection,
The innevitable conclusion contained within,
This early pre-prediction.
People were to be layed off,
only hundreds at a time,
Only Localized round wuhu,
cause thats where shit hits da ground.
Then it spreads
lay off lay off lay,
As the monies get sucked on out,
The banks collecting pay.
The loosers turned to slaves,
The governments looks handsom.
So now they turn around and say,
I’ll start listening to Hansen.
So people started buys less,
The forcasts truely showed.
The only things these people want,
Are rolex’s and all things gold.
So nature puts the brakes on,
wrapped these people up.
Put them into a deeper comma,
That was their first morning cup.
Try to feel at ease,
take it a little slow,
This shouldn’t hurt you a bit,
But we need to put on a show.
A softer landing,
a gently approach.
A kinder method,
as is lovingly shown.
So with all the waste,
And all the pollution,
All the wars,
and all the confusion.
Who do you turn to when things are glim,
When no-ones around just the container your in.
Heaven helps, or hells flames of fury,
Its simple and clear to those that are purely.