Mike Murray and the Existential Tigers - The Kids Are Broken-Hearted

Tossing trash and burning cash
The streets are filled with garbage
The air tastes like cigarette ash
My lungs feel like a tar pit
Adults play games inside their brains
While running round in darkness
The earth may never be the same
The kids are broken hearted
Well it's greed over grandkids
Every man for himself
The rich are buying bunkers
And they're leaving us out
The earth will be quite lonely
When it's decimated
With scorched earth and no one around
I'll be glad that I'm dead
Tossing trash and burning cash
The ocean's filled with garbage
Turtles choke on plastic straws
And we just disregard it
Adults play games inside their brains
While running round in darkness
The earth may never be the same
The kids are broken hearted
I don't mean to sound depressed
We might turn this around
But I for one could use a torch
To burn some buildings down
No one seems to notice
As we protest in the streets
Maybe they'll start listening
When fire licks their feet
Tossing trash and burning cash
The reefs are filled with garbage
The fish swim in discarded nets
Our floating isle of carnage
Adults play games inside their brains
While running round in darkness
The earth may never be the same
The kids are broken hearted
The kids are broken hearted
But they're just getting started
They'll have their day
Love will find a way
Tossing trash and burning cash
The earth is filled with garbage
The air tastes like diesel and gas
My lungs despise the carnage
Adults play games inside their brains
While running round in darkness
The earth may never be the same
The kids are broken hearted

Written by:
Michael Murray

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