Remember when we all were young
and all our songs had not been sung.
‘Twas in those days we had a dream
while sitting, stones beside a stream
that we would change the world one day;
in Shangri La we would then play.
But then we fell for Mamon’s ruse
and decided cash we could not lose,
then we became what we did despise;
the capitalistic life of lies.
We’ve torn the heart out of the earth
and sold it for so little worth.
We stole our children’s future life;
and left a land of problems rife.
With heart torn out the planet dies;
our children will come to hate our lies.