Heat

Oh, I'm so tired of scary ecological forecasts

I don't wanna hear them, but I can't help thinking

That something better happen right now

And brother if it doesn't

Well, we're all going down In a blaze of irreversible errors

Daddy, can you save us?

Kids, I don't know how to do it

But we really got to cool it somehow

'Cos everybody's talking 'bout heat

Everybody's talking 'bout heat

The ball's in the court of the people least committed to action

It's all about money, and they ain't gonna do us any favours

Where the moolah's concerned

They're not our buddies, they're a bunch of bad fuckers

Who would sell their own mothers for a title

My lords and ladies, they'll be sitting in their country estates

While the cities all burn

'Cos everybody's talking 'bout heat

Everybody's talking 'bout heat

Yeah, people always want to make a mountain out of a molehill

They like a bit of drama, yeah, but this little molehill

Went to market with a monster inside

And it ain't pink and fluffy, but the pipes still freeze

And it ain't as if we're lying on a sunbed

Don't get complacent, 'cos you won't have to worry

'Bout the cold if we're gonna get fried

'Cos everybody's talking 'bout heat

Everybody's talking 'bout heat

Everybody's talking 'bout

Everybody's talking 'bout

Everybody's talking 'bout heat