Lyrics

I'm so tired of scary Ecological forecasts I don't wanna hear them But I can't help thinking that Something better happen right now And brother if it doesn't Well, we're all going down In a blaze of irreversible errors Daddy, can you save us Kids, I don't know how to do it But we really got to cool it somehow 'cos everybody's talking 'bout heat The ball's in the court of the people least committed to action It's all about money And they ain't gonna do us any favours Where the moolah's concerned They're not our buddies They're a bunch of bad fuckers who Would sell their own mothers for a tittle My lords and ladies They'll be sitting in their country Estates while the cities all burn 'cos everybody's talking 'bout heat Everybody's talking 'bout heat People always want to make A mountain out of a molehill They like a bit of drama Yeah, but this little molehill Went to market with a monster inside And it ain't pink & fluffy But the pipes still freeze, and it Ain't as if we're lying on a sunbed Don't get complacent 'cos you won't need to worry 'bout The cold if we're gonna get fried 'cos everybody's talking 'bout heat Everybody's talking 'bout heat