What'll be done after our fun in the sun
When it's all done and the reaper has won
What'll we do when we've all lost our hue
When we're as pale, as stale as old elmers glue
What'll we see when it all comes to be
When the devil and his other both do agree
That the earth and it's life can no longer be
That life has been corrupted, as far as they can see
What'll be done when they both come down hard
When they leave naught but a single shard
A sliver, a slice, a single piece of ice
And in that ice lies dormant some life
Life that'll come and thrive once again
Life that'll come and try to amend
The sins and the deeds that humans have done
When they once lived with fun in the sun
The life will evolve and problems it'll solve
Making new art with blue, green, and mauve
Figuring out the world and making rules once more
Becoming corrupted just like the life before
Thinking they're great and losing their way
And writing crazy poems that say
"What'll be done after our fun in the sun
When it's all done and the reaper has won
What'll we do when we've all lost our hue
When we're as pale, as stale as old elmers glue
What'll we see when it all comes to be
When the devil and his other both do agree
That the earth and it's life can no longer be
That life has been corrupted, as far as they can see."