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o say can ya see

born to be wilie

light my smilie

filled for $3.19

per gallon........

feelin like I

fell in to feelin

for to grip &

man how you

sipped the bop

literally & slipped

hands too numb

to sit on the

mushroom at dawn

or you be doggone

wouldn't be long..........

cause that's not

the point of this

play along bull by

the horns of fate.........

suckin on sour grapes

sayin space is the place

words right up there

in-yer-face!!!!!!!!!

It is not high enough
I want to see it go to a thousand dollars a gallon
I want to see rusted hulks of automobiles
I have gone off the idea of internal combustion
I have had enough progress
Canada has more Oil than Saudi Arabia
Plastics
take that oil and make tinker toys
Maybe smurf bullets
and quaker guns
the age of hydrocarbon man has just begun
So how many people will die off?
How can there be famine in a world of plenty
So many people in pursuit of property
if I am so smart why ain't I rich?
Oh no the future is not mine to see
And if we act now the catastrophe could be avoided
So much talk about tipping points
Yes yes
If we act now
is that a dam good joke or what
If we act now
Kids TV on public broad casting
Saviors of the world
Until they get caught up in the struggle to survive
Howling in the wilderness
Some call civilization

HHHOOOWWWLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.......ST!