Song Description
Melodic pop/rock with great lyrics with an environmental message
Song Length |
4:03 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Subject |
Earth |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
NATURAL WORLD
Lately George W went and screwed up Kyoto
The spoils for the oil men who don?t care and don?t know
The danger of greenhouse, the need to keep a clean house
Climate disease is the new Yamamoto
But George and a lot of the big shots they wanna be
Top of the pile in the global economy
And freedom of trade means we rape the ecology
We do what we wanna do and don?t make apologies
Power generation is a threat to all nations
And still rarely seen is good green innovation
With governments glued to the news and playstations
Its hard to believe that too much will be changing
So take to the street for this media no go zone
Back off the blowtorch heat on the ozone
Teach the elite to believe there?s a need to be
Spending their green to be green in our living home
Nobody cares whats cooking no more
In the natural world, where we dump our spoil
Nobody?s doing quite enough no more
From the company board to the factory floor
Cos its not fashionable in our rational world
There?s some who believe the world cleans all our toxins
We?re landlocking nukes PCBs and dioxins
Diluting the ocean with bleed in slow motion
And choking the atmos with carbon dioxide
Killing the poor by the sea who need help now
They?re losing their homes in a glacial meltdown
And still the green will of the world is in traction
Jo?burg was all words that lead to no action
Nobody cares whats cooking no more
In the natural world, where we dump our spoil
Nobody cares what we do to the girl
And we?re living okay, but in the natural world
There?s not much purity and health
Cos we chose security and wealth
But if this old world comes tumbling down
There?ll be nothing to live for, nothing at all
But if this old world comes tumbling down
There?ll be nothing to live for, nothing at all
I wonder what?s gonna be left
When we hit the century next
But nobody thinks about death
So maybe I?m wasting my breath
Copyright Neil Robertson 2000