(1st draft)
There's a lady who drives
a twenty foot car
and she's buying a stairway to downfall
All she knows are the lies
her TV provides
All she wants is success for her family
There's a feeling that clogs
when i rise from the blogs
and go stare at the gray streets of denial
See, it's whispered that soon
all the world's fossil fuel
will be gone--& our toys will stand useless
And as we hurtle down that road
the magic dragon's teeth we sowed
grow martyrs here, Bhopals over there
but it's okay, our teeth are white as snow
And we're climbing
the stairway
to downfall
