All the trees were cleared last year
And the lake was filled
With algae blooming
Where the oil spilled
Pull your rain boots on
We’re hopping gasoline ponds
It sizzles just a little when it hits your skin
And it burns
As it’s sinking in
And it’s sinking in
It’s sinking in that you can’t be a kid at a time like this
It’s almost like we’re watching
As the end begins
And it’s sinking in that you can’t be a kid at a time like this
At a time like this
Meet me after school
In the midday sun
The sky is paper thin
So we’d better run
I won’t be surprised if by the time
we get home we’ve turned red
It sizzles just a little when it hits your skin
And it burns
As it’s sinking in
And it’s sinking in
It’s sinking in that you can’t be a kid at a time like this
It’s almost like we’re watching
As the end begins
And it’s sinking in that you can’t be a kid at a time like this
At a time like this
All the trees were cleared last year
And the lake was filled in
They won’t stop building till the world they leave their children’s made of
Tar and dust and oil and steel and sediment
And it’s sinking in