Wargasm

[Verse 1]
Hey, you kids of the future, look!
It's love this planet or get lost
'Cause if the greenhouse blues don't get ya
Well the holy ozone layers must
There's gonna be bye-bye, water supply
Oxygen masks for everyone
And UV domes over everybody's homes
An empty desert called the Amazon
Ah, it's gonna be goodnight, ladies
And goodnight priests and goodnight nuns
And goodnight Protestant petrol bombs
And goodnight mullahs and Ayatollahs
And rabbis with their eyes on petrodollars
The holy wars be over
The holy wars be over

[Verse 2]
And it'll be goodnight, good Catholic captains of industry
And goodnight sinister ministers of defence
Who's got the five-star shelter, then, ah?
And goodnight our leaders who aren't in media
You're tellin' us how much we need ya
So lead us away to the shelters
Hurry up please! Hurry up please! It's time
And goodnight Mister Bush of ghosts on Capitol Hill, goodnight
And goodnight world bankers, servicing their self-interest still
And goodnight mister sad, sadistic Saddam Hussein
And goodnight Mister Yas— Yas— Yasser — Yasser Arafat
And it's a goodnight kiss-inger for Yitzhak Shamir
And a great big hand everybody, a great big hand everybody
For General Schwarzkopf, General Schwarzkopf
Of united hallucinations, hooray!

[Verse 3]
And it's bye-bye Lady Liberty
And it's bye-bye People's Palace
And it's bye-bye Red Square
And it's bye-bye Broadway
And it's bye-bye Gay Paree
And it's "London Bridge is melting down, melting down, melting down"
And it's "I belong to Glasgow
Dear old Glasgow town
There's something about it with Glasgow
'Cause it's buried down under the ground"
And it's goodnight old soldiers, drunk on memories
And it's God save their gracious Queen, they say, but God knows old soldiers love wars
Their eyes have see the glory
'Tis like the good old days
Azerbaijan, the Croats, the Serbs, Iraq, Iran
The Kurds, Afghanistan, Lebanon, the Falklands, Africa, Vietnam

[Verse 4]
So who cares now in the compassionate West?
Good Protestants never protest
They just mow down the demonstrators
Turn the hoses on the whole greedy generation
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching on toward
Now it's "Hi there, Brasilia, tell us what you see"
It's the street kids in Baixada Fluminense get blown away on TV
Okay, fellow activists, protectors of the Earth
As never before, we must act, 'cause if the acid rain don't get us all, then the holes in the ozone is a fact
For the rebirth of this dying planet
Are you ready to make your vow
To save this planet? There's no more time
We have to say what we're gonna do now