I'm not rich enough so let me make a buck or two
Hey Mister Chrysler salesman sell a car or three
For some jingle-jangle chump change he'll come barking at you.
Take me disappearing like the shorelines in your mind
Down the fracked-out ruins of mines, far past deforest'd leaves
The oil-wells' fallen trees, out to the flooded beach
Far from the twisted reach of global warming.
Yes to dance beneath the smog-filled sky with hand brakes waving free
Soot and exhaust in the sea, circled by the oil-stained sands
With all conscience and all fate gushing oil into the waves
Let me forget about the earth until I'm paid.
Hey Mister Chrysler salesman hawk a car for me
I'm not rich enough so let me make make more money
Hey Mister Gas-guzzler sell a car or three
For some jingle-jangle chump change I'll kill otters for you.
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