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Some refuse to believe it
Just propaganda to keep us more confined
While others sweep it under the rug
To be uncovered later by our young
Some say living is dying
And every breath is just counting down
To the day when all your pointless endeavors mean nothing
To the day they out you underground
But itâs the cry of the selfish oneâs who say:
âMe first get to the back of the line
The world is dying but Iâm winning the race
Weâll be long gone before we pay for our crimesâ
Itâs another fine mess do you hear that knocking at your door
Itâs another fine mess today
Itâs another fine mess and itâs getting harder to ignore
Itâs another fine mess weâve made
And the confident leaders
Will only lead us to the end of the day
Lining their pockets with the lives of our children
Ignoring tomorrow cause itâs so far away
And the ignorant will say:
âYour science is denial of godâ
But the denial they refuse to admit
Is the end of it all weâve already been warned
From the oil that burns without keeping us warm
The foreshadowing winds of the nastiest storms
Out of sight out of mind itâs not time thereâs no time to be blind
Itâs another fine mess do you hear that knocking at your door
Itâs another fine mess today
Itâs another fine mess and itâs getting harder to ignore
Itâs another fine mess weâve made
Where will stand when the land that you love has been flooded
With the apathy of years before
When the lines in the sand have been washed away
Along the rapidly receding shores
From the oil that burns without keeping us warm
The foreshadowing winds of the nastiest storms
Out of sight out of mind itâs not time thereâs no time to be blind
Itâs another fine mess do you hear that knocking at your door
Itâs another fine mess today
Itâs another fine mess so much greater than your petty wars
Itâs another fine mess weâve made