Because you're old and rich

You don't care about this earth

Only about your filthy profits



Poisoned Planet nuclear war

It's not you're problem anymore



The problems belong to your

generation

The consequences to mine

You've spoiled my chances and

robbed me of my time



Bodies piled in rotting heaps

Mass-destruction empty streets



Martial law declared nothing

left to rule

Death will soon come to the

surviving few



Why should we pay the consequences?