How will we, be remembered What will be, our legacy What sort of place, will we pass on It’s up to, you and me Future, generations Paying back, ballooning debt Is it all, going to shit?? A decaying planet
There’s bigger things, to worry about Then what religion, you are Bigger things, to worry about Then what nation, you are from Bigger things, to worry about So many, left behind
Bigger things, to worry about Then you & I
Ignorance, to the issues Only care, about yourself All we hear, is complaints There is no thought, for no one else The wars keep, going on
Its obvious, there’s more to come Who knows, where we’ll end up?? Boooom goes, the atom bomb
Energetic DIY skate-punk, it's over before it's barely begun; yet crams more hooks into a collection of two minute sonic blasts than most pop acts could manage with double the running time. Tristan