I looked across the North Sea

And the sea looked so dead

(I wondered what this place would look like

In the next twenty years)

But where I'm living

All the shop shelves are full

Goods to help me shut out

Scenes of this dying world



And every time I tried to hide

The churning of my guts inside

Everybody failed to heed the warning

Mother, mother I just stand by

They push the needle deep inside

Pump poison in your veins

Intravenous



Holidays were different

All the things I learnt

All the boys were sunning

While the skin cancer burnt

Just for one split second

I saw the great work of man

As he turned the forests

Into deserts of sand