Save The World
We've got to save the world
Someone else may want to use it
So far we've seen
This planet's rape, how we've abused it
We've got to save the world
The Russians have the biggest share
With their long fingers everywhere
And now they've bombs in outer space
With laser beams and atomic waste
Rain forest chopped for paper towels
One acre gone in every hour*
Our birds and wildlife all destroyed
To keep some millionaires employed
We've got to save the whale
Greenpeace they've tried to diffuse it
But dog food salesmen
Persist on kindly to harpoon it
We've got to save the world
The armament consortium
They're selling us plutonium
Now you can make your own H-bomb
Right in the kitchen with your mom
The nuclear power that costs you more
Than anything you've known before
The half-wit's answer to a need
For cancer, death, destruction, greed
We've got to save the world
Someone's children they may need it
So far we've seen
The big business of extinction bleed it
We've got to save the world
We're at the mercy of so few
With evil hearts determined to
Reduce this planet into hell
Then find a buyer and make quick sale
To end upon a happy note
Like trying to make concrete float
Is very simple knowing that
God in your heart lives
We've got to save the world
Someone else may want to use it
It's time you knew
How close we've come
We're gonna lose it - We gotta save, we gotta save
We gotta save the world.
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