warming
they used to call us hippies
long haired welfare queen freeloaders
when we'd march and sing our songs of
understanding love and peace
they'd laugh and point their fingers
and call us communists and dope fiends
Gandhi loving tree huggers
who don't respect their country's needs
we were young and easy to ignore
fool enough to think we'd put an end to war
global warming
27 wars and counting
the oily rich keep getting richer
while the poor just scrape along
global warming
the ocean's rising to the mountains
pretty soon it will not matter
who was right
and who is wrong
there's a fella growing pineapples up in anchorage, alaska
where the fish are growing feet from some weird oil spill disease
he's got an island home in what is left of downtown mount mckinley
and way off in kansas city, kansas
you can smell the ocean breeze
the biggest pile of money still rules the game
the more things change the more they look the same
chorus
there are the makers of the maps
"congratulations you're a country
now elect yourself a government
that'll give us what we need
and if that don't work out
we've got the world’s oldest solution
we pit our poor against your poor
convince them they are enemies"
the hourglass is running out of sand
still we pass the torch to young and braver hands
and pray
chorus
they used to call us hippies
long haired welfare queen freeloaders
when we'd march and sing our songs of
understanding love and peace
© 2014 blue mole music/BMI
jaime – acoustic guitar & vocals
ben wright – guitar
josh martin – upright bass
mark clark – drums
char rothschild – accordion & trumpet
craig dreyer – saxophones
jono manson - vocals