Inhale into my lungs
The sky is burning up
The Ocean's full of tar
And I'll keep dropping doubts
The Earth isn't round
Jim Inhofe's got it down
There's snow on the ground
There's snow on the ground
Choked up on ash and dust
I heart carcinogens
With propagated lies
"Nothings on the line"
Can't Pruit have a say?
The EPA is gay
Profits looking great
Profits looking great
I'll drag you down with me
I'll drag you down with me
I'll drag you down with me
I'll drag you down with me