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Hey listen, all you young people of this generation
Just pull up a chair, you had better listen
Stop smoking up this beautiful Planet
Or you will become the last generation
Heh listen, cant you hear the train bell ringing
The train is about to depart this earthly station
First stop Venus then all stations to Mars
You had better keep your intestines soaking
In bright coloured jars
Heh listen, you modern day wonders
The old folks burnt up your planet
And used all your fresh water
They caught all the fish
Polluted the sea with tons of black gold
Ruined this beautiful planet
With garbage and soil
Heh listen all you beautiful young people
How are you going to clean your skin
In all the muddy water
Heh listen you young fresh
Hell bent on destruction young generation
You are living on a planet set for destruction
Heh listen you young people of the last generation
You had better find some water on mars
So you can make some Oxygen on mars
So you breath when the train arrives
Or the carriage will be filled with a dead generation
September 2008
allan james saywell
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