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(Couldn't You Think of) Something Better (?)
You fed my planet through the shredder
Couldn't you think of something better?
Flood waters rise and make me wetter
Couldn't you think of something better?
I'm sick and tired of all this famine and war
It's time to let the doves of peace through the door
So you better hold on to the sea
It's the only option left for you and me
So hold on
You've got to be strong
So hold on to the sea
Slave labour children made my sweater (and my lipstick was tested on dogs)
Couldn't you think of something better?
Our planet's dead and you conspire to make it even deader (yeah, you do)
Couldn't you think of something better?
Well, the clanging bells of Hell are chiming loudly in my room
Thank God I built a rocket and escaped to the moon
So you better hold on to the sea
It's the only option left for you and me
So hold on
You've got to be strong
So hold on to the sea
Well, come on children, bang your heads together
And try to think of something ten tons better
All the fellers and all the ladies
Protect the old folks and save the babies
Hold on to the sea
It's the only option left for you and me
The tigers and dolphins are eating each other
Why did you think you could rape our Mother Earth?
Every sister and every brother
Hold on, hold on to the sea
Is this some kind of a vendetta?
Couldn't you think of something better?
I almost thought of something better
The bloody river's getting redder
You nasty horrible blood shedder
Couldn't you think of something better?
Words by Waen Shepherd 2002-2004
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Written for BBC Radio 2's The Day the Music Died
Original transmission 27.12.04
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