Sacred Book of Lasts

The last dolphin drown in the sea of suds
I used to keep my Save The Wildlife ashtray clean

The last patch of grass disappeared beneath the wheels
Of the pickup truck that built the parking lot

Maybe I should've listened while I could!

The last motorway vanished beneath a mountain of litter
That came tumbling down when the wind decided to blow it all away

They say the last soldier boy was lost beneath a hail of shells
They sent him home in little pieces, "We're ever so grateful to a faithful subject"

Maybe I should've listened while I could

From fresh air to the ozone hole
From Amazon to the new Sahara
From April showers to the rain that kills
From Chernobyl to bitter Wormwood

The last prophet lies in downtown Zion, his tongue now silent
I'd have done the job myself coz any louder he'd have woke my conscience

Maybe I should've listened while I could

Humanity deserted us when we left the trees
And laid claim to fame in our Lord Ego's name



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Writer(s): A Gingell
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