[Verse 1]

Hey, you kids of the future, look!

It's love this planet or get lost

'Cause if the greenhouse blues don't get ya

Well the holy ozone layers must

There's gonna be bye-bye, water supply

Oxygen masks for everyone

And UV domes over everybody's homes

An empty desert called the Amazon

Ah, it's gonna be goodnight, ladies

And goodnight priests and goodnight nuns

And goodnight Protestant petrol bombs

And goodnight mullahs and Ayatollahs

And rabbis with their eyes on petrodollars

The holy wars be over

The holy wars be over

[Verse 2]

And it'll be goodnight, good Catholic captains of industry

And goodnight sinister ministers of defence

Who's got the five-star shelter, then, ah?

And goodnight our leaders who aren't in media

You're tellin' us how much we need ya

So lead us away to the shelters

Hurry up please! Hurry up please! It's time

And goodnight Mister Bush of ghosts on Capitol Hill, goodnight

And goodnight world bankers, servicing their self-interest still

And goodnight mister sad, sadistic Saddam Hussein

And goodnight Mister Yas— Yas— Yasser — Yasser Arafat

And it's a goodnight kiss-inger for Yitzhak Shamir

And a great big hand everybody, a great big hand everybody

For General Schwarzkopf, General Schwarzkopf

Of united hallucinations, hooray!

[Verse 3]

And it's bye-bye Lady Liberty

And it's bye-bye People's Palace

And it's bye-bye Red Square

And it's bye-bye Broadway

And it's bye-bye Gay Paree

And it's "London Bridge is melting down, melting down, melting down"

And it's "I belong to Glasgow

Dear old Glasgow town

There's something about it with Glasgow

'Cause it's buried down under the ground"

And it's goodnight old soldiers, drunk on memories

And it's God save their gracious Queen, they say, but God knows old soldiers love wars

Their eyes have see the glory

'Tis like the good old days

Azerbaijan, the Croats, the Serbs, Iraq, Iran

The Kurds, Afghanistan, Lebanon, the Falklands, Africa, Vietnam

[Verse 4]

So who cares now in the compassionate West?

Good Protestants never protest

They just mow down the demonstrators

Turn the hoses on the whole greedy generation

Onward, Christian soldiers, marching on toward

Now it's "Hi there, Brasilia, tell us what you see"

It's the street kids in Baixada Fluminense get blown away on TV

Okay, fellow activists, protectors of the Earth

As never before, we must act, 'cause if the acid rain don't get us all, then the holes in the ozone is a fact

For the rebirth of this dying planet

Are you ready to make your vow

To save this planet? There's no more time

We have to say what we're gonna do now