A jewel in space appeared and so we rose from its mud
Taking the iron from the stone of Earth for our blood
Rising from tissue floating in a primaeval pond
To bear witness to the universe spread beyond
Faced now with the unthinkable we strain to respond
Don’t worry about the planet it will be fine
Once it sheds irritant parasites from its hide
That were given Paradise but hath forsook it
Traded it for baubles of its humble design
Biosphere Distress . . .
That was given a pure well but doth poison it
Hear the liars and deniers year after year
It’s definitely the thing that folk want to hear
So really wish to believe that it is all natural
And that it’s really nowt to do with us after all
Is it really true, are we really going down?
Planet Earth is fine, don’t worry about its fitness
it’ll carry on its lonely orbit without witness
This film-like layer on the outside is the issue
where we’ve come to be formed out of sunkissed tissue
It isn’t going away, it’s getting louder each day
Will we ever learn or keep fiddling while Rome burns?
Are we going to pass the test? Will we survive?