21 November 2014, 18:17
This song always makes me think of the future....what's your tune ...........................................................................................We see it on TV, we get calls on the phone
By the prophets of doom, they won't leave us alone
The planet is dying and there's no time to spare
We spend all our days sowing seeds of despair
We get enough bad news to harden our hearts
This fear that we feed on is what's keeping us apart
To say that we're doomed is just an obvious remark
And it don't make you right, it just keeps you in the dark
I don't want to live angry, I don't want to live scared
I don't need no more prophets crying, "Brother beware"
Just put some work in my hands and give me a dollar to spare
And don't let me sow those seeds of despair
Well, this Earth is a graveyard, it will swallow our bones
It was here long before us, it will be here when we're gone
It's a vain generation that looks for a sign
Don't you think we could make better use of our time
Yeah, the air could be cleaner and the water could too
But what we do to each other are the worst things that we do
And we can treasure our freedoms behind our locked doors
But God speed the day when we're lonely no more
I don't want to live angry, I don't want to live scared
I don't need no more prophets crying, "Brother beware"
Just put some work in my hands and give me a dollar to spare
Don't let me sow those seeds of despair
at sum's up your condition.
By the prophets of doom, they won't leave us alone
The planet is dying and there's no time to spare
We spend all our days sowing seeds of despair
We get enough bad news to harden our hearts
This fear that we feed on is what's keeping us apart
To say that we're doomed is just an obvious remark
And it don't make you right, it just keeps you in the dark
I don't want to live angry, I don't want to live scared
I don't need no more prophets crying, "Brother beware"
Just put some work in my hands and give me a dollar to spare
And don't let me sow those seeds of despair
Well, this Earth is a graveyard, it will swallow our bones
It was here long before us, it will be here when we're gone
It's a vain generation that looks for a sign
Don't you think we could make better use of our time
Yeah, the air could be cleaner and the water could too
But what we do to each other are the worst things that we do
And we can treasure our freedoms behind our locked doors
But God speed the day when we're lonely no more
I don't want to live angry, I don't want to live scared
I don't need no more prophets crying, "Brother beware"
Just put some work in my hands and give me a dollar to spare
Don't let me sow those seeds of despair
at sum's up your condition.
