Crisis in the jungle
Crisis in the street
Trouble in the oceans
Trouble with the heat
We bougt trouble on us
And didn't keep receipt
No didn't keep receipt

No clouds in the sky now
Bringing life below
Sun comes up each morning
Such an eerie glow
Nicht brings cold like winter
But never sign of snow
We all play in the playground
With not a thougt to rules
Ensuring there's no future
For wise men, only fools
Calling time an playtime
Until we see all we have done
Is the only way
For us to run and run
Playtime's over........