I'm ******, I'm angry
I've thrown all my whiskey into the water
The city is filled with smog and hate
Debris clogs the oceans, smoke on the hills
How do I breath
When I must shout

The fumes are rising up
My time is near gone
I'm frustrated with this cause
This cursed gift I have come to bare

This song I need sung
Is too busy being stretched thin
How could I smile in fairness
When time and space are so cruel

When September comes
Where will I be