LYRICS
Running out of water
Running out of air
To my son and daughter
Is this fair?
Indeed our greed impedes
For them my heart bleeds
It’s time that Man concedes
And feeds
Getting ever hotter
Getting way too warm
My poor son and daughter
Your first born?
Indeed our greed impedes
For them my heart bleeds
It’s time that Man concedes
And feeds
No one left won
So much for our fun
Poor daughter and son
World’s undone
Indeed our greed impedes
For them my heart bleeds
It’s time that Man concedes
And feeds
Chords: A C / D / D G C / D C A
Instrumentation: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Written and recorded at Lake Wynonah, Pennsylvania