We're running out of water Summer's turning out to be too hot For going out except in shade
The sun keeps rising every day And I hate how it just stays that way The nights are too short these days
I keep on thinking how mankind Would shrivel up and burn and die If we were fired into the sun
the noise cuts off my head some days I wish that I was dead in ways I'm better now I'm only one
But that's just how it's got to be I need to get used to it Six billion people people think that me Is more important than the rest But that's just how it's meant to be There's people living who aren't me
