Bitchuman

It's coming up through the pipes in the night,

They say the city's burning away

Fold those clubs and spades babe

If you want to play

Smoke on the water

It's coming ashore

Fight on the beaches

Teachers warning us all

Bitumen your time is done

Bitumen your time is done

You lay in your lair

And stare at your screen

Come clean you know you need to be weaned

Start fresh with a promise

Make sure it's abolished

The system

The products

The profit

Be honest

Turning up highways and haters for ages

Turning up climate carbon indicators

Get off your phone

Break out your home

You filthy scum

Bitumen your time is done

Bitumen your time is done

It melts in the sun

So it sticks like it's gum

To the tips of your fingers

And feathers

And lingers

In seas and in forests

A cancerous chorus

Don't pump and process that which came before us

Hate her you must

She's choking on dust

The future conspired

We're down to the wire

You better jump off that treadmill and run

Bitumen your time is done