Not the End of the World

The power’s in the wrong set of hands,

if a knee-jerk reaction could go off with a bang.

Red button just a temper away,

but we sit and watch as the big boys play their games.

They say that all the world is a stage,

but our leading cast, they don’t deserve their wage.

As the clock of doom ticks on,

can’t keep pretending that there’s nothing wrong.

It’s not the end of the world tonight,

but there’s a fire burning in their eyes.

It’s not the end of the world tonight,

but I’ve a feeling something just ain’t right.

It’s not the end of the world tonight,

the self-destruction of the civilised.

It’s not the end of the world tonight,

and we ain’t going down without a fight!

Extraction holes in the ground,

til drip by drip, there’s nothing left to go around.

With oceans full of microbeads,

deforestation and monopolising seeds.

So meet me at the Horse & Groom,

let’s drink some rum and talk about the tombs

we’ve created for ourselves,

just for a little temporary wealth.

Well if there’s one last chance to make a change,

we gotta switch it up, we need to rearrange

the priorities of minorities who put their money before the world.

They say capital makes the world go round

but this is spinning me out so can we slow it down

and take a look at the damage we’ve done?

Because this ain’t a practice run!