A hundred years i’ll be dead and gone

how long ‘till we admit that we’re wrong

I can’t keep going on

not like this

Change comes from above or below

and changes in the weather are all that will show

that we needed this

long ago

Take me back, pay the late fee

clean your plate, see the family

A hundred years i’ll be dead and gone

what about me and you was so strong

and how could it have gone so wrong

easy

Mortality is so much more, more evident

and morality is shed off for the pence

as we take steps to kill our descendants

Take me back, pay the late fee

clean your plate, see the family

drop in, open your eyes

to the new

sunrise

A hundred years i’ll be dead and gone

how long ‘till we admit that we’re wrong

I can’t keep going on

not like this