Oh suffer the kids,
Suffer the kids that inherit this world
And all of the s**t,
At the end of our lives we've left it for them,
The same old cycle begins again.
We've been programmed to live strictly for ourselves,
The wiring in our heads f****d up,
But I think it's big enough to comprehend.
This place is suffering at our hands.
We've got narrow minds and fat waistbands.
We've got a war on terror, a war on drugs,
a war on women and a war on love, oh no.
Not innocent no.
So goodbye to warm beaches,
Say goodbye to green trees
And say goodbye to sweet dreams
Because we're not that innocent.
