Wouldn't it be great

To see the african plains

Before they lay them to waste

And only the bones remain

Wouldn't it be poetry

To shoot holes in the poachers we see

With an elephant gun



Men in helicopters fly

Shooting rhinos from out of the sky

Why do we always assume

The planet is ours to ruin?

What a legacy we're leaving behind

What a legacy



Wouldn't it be something

For the men killing dolphin

To be caught up by their necks

In their greedy fishing nets

Wouldn't it be irony

If the tuna fish canneries

Were to fall into the sea



The dolphins and the whales still left alive

Cry to the stars in the deep blue night

"there's nowhere to hide,

The people on earth will not be denied"

What a legacy we're leaving behind

What a legacy



Wouldn't it be odd

If there really was a god

And he looked down on earth

And saw what we've done to her

Wouldn't it be just

If he pulled the plug on us,

And took away the sun