End Song

Well it wasn't long ago That no one really cared About the melting snow and what we're putting in the air But now that times have changed We are more aware But we're on a sinking ship It's all we have to get us there They say we'll go to Mars In self driving cars We can avoid our self demise If we just realise That our human fate is shared So we'll be equally impaired When we're choking on our greed In a wasteland of our deeds So don't cry about it We're at the bottom of a pothole but we'll get back on the road Don't cry about it Yeah we're headed for the ditch but we can take back the controls And even though We think we may know How fast the extinction is There are warnings we can't miss And the many bear the brunt Of the few that hold the funds But if we hold them to account We'll turn the tide around So don't cry about it We're at the bottom of a pothole but we can get back on the road Don't cry about it We'll be headed for the ditch until we take back the controls