We should be trading oil for water,

Before we dry our wells

We may have earned a lot of money,

But it will be like hell,

Be like hell.

Suppose that I could just take one thing,

And to the moon I flew,

I think that I would take that picture,

The one of me and you,

Me and you.

I would return into a desert,

That picture left behind,

You ought to know we've got to stop it,

While we are in our right,

Our right minds.