The lights shine bright
And we dissect the meaning
Still weaning on our fore fathers
Coal pipe,
Hyped up on ecology
All seeming to green to me
To be safe for society
Is to change it's course
Not paint it's folly
Girls of the world still girdled in stereotype
The world revolves
But our revolutions are alibis
For our crimes against a sweet mother,
Who only ever had our best intrests in mind.
And you will find me in the bottom of a plastic bottle
Littered with urges I choose not to contain
As we all sit on shore
Waiting for bigger waves
We generally prefer to misbehave,
Because after this,
All is pretty graves.
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