Groundhogs Music Is The Food Of Thought
The world can't give
All its life and live
We must give back or lose it.
It can't take floods
Of plastic mud
The choice is there so choose it.
It seems unfair when the power is there
Its possessors just misuse it
To save the race we need to trace
The source of power and fuse it
To communicate if it's not too late
With those that won't abuse it
Enlightened minds all seem to find
The vehicle is music
The world can't give all its life and live
We must give back or lose it
