i hope there are no rocks ahead,
if there are we'll all be dead,
were all in the firing zone,
there's nothing left of our ozone.
i hope we can stop this madness,
a planet doomed to bouts of sadness,
twenty four hours a day to moan,
theres nothing left of our ozone.
we are all casualties of war,
we are all lonely dinosaurs,
we are all casualties of war,
we are all knocking at deaths door.
i hope we find an answer soon,
a nice little cottage on the moon,
people die and people groan,
theres nothing left of our ozone.
copyright 2001
sid locksley.

The real problem is in the hearts and mids of men.
It is easier to denature plutonium than to denature the evil spirit of man

Albert Einstein