Track 3328/7Smokin' The Future

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Hot dust in the sky on a winter's day Plastic bottles in the sea a thousand miles away Acid rain from the clouds turn the trees to grey Playing Russian roulette with our future Vapor trails smoke the sky like a cigarette Politicians ride the skies in a private jet Seems they haven't realised the situation yet Self-destruction is the etiquette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette A thousand species bite the dust almost every day With the planet fit to pour all our dreams away Typhoons, hurricanes, tears on a weathervane Playing Russian roulette with our future The colour green turns to sand in apocalypse Ice caps melt like ice cream on a baby's lips Terror races through our hearts 'cause there's nothing left Self-destruction is the etiquette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette We'll smoke in the future like a cigarette