My clothes cost a lot Handmade by children Next year, they’re in a box Going to a thrift store in Williamsburg
Daydream at the house Still in the shower I’ve heard about the drought But my Brita runneth over It’s hard to place
So maybe the planet dies Maybe there’s no god to hear us cry When the air starts to make us sick It’s not a matter of politics Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they’ll learn to love Better than us
Driving to the store Twenty a gallon Yeah, might be funding war But at least my grocery bags are Reusable
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So maybe the planet dies Maybe there’s no god to hear us cry When the air starts to make us sick It’s not a matter of politics Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they’ll learn to love Better than us
Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they’ll learn to love Better than us Better than us
