Whalerider

Whalerider

Kicking nature with our feet, just as we´ve something to eat,
Starving down in Africa for weapons from America,
Scottish borders have no shield, to stop the rain from Sellafield,
The weakest ones to pay the bill are the kids of Tschernobyl.
Woods are dying from sour rain, trees are cut down lane by lane,
From Kioto came a plan to clear up the air again,
But the cowboys do not care and still they do pollute the air,
Digging out their own wet graves with music from Katrina and the waves…
Is this the price we have to pay? If we don´t care, we get drowned and washed away.

Like prophets on the strand, whales lie on the sand,
everybody´s looking out for the whalerider
Like prophets on the strand, whales lie on the sand,
everybody´s looking out for the whalerider, the whalerider, for the whalerider…

Spoiling oceans with our oil, poisoning god given soil.
Famous drink in cornish docks is “Torrey Canyon on the rocks”
Our biggest wastebin is the sea, no place for animals to be,
The whales are fleeing to the strand, just to make us understand.
Is this the price we have to pay? If we don´t care, we get drowned and washed away.