Byron Smith - Protest Song Lyrics

The temperature is rising
Tide is staying high
All the scientists are saying
There's too much bulls**t in the sky
But there's a story in your newsfeed
Anti-ageing cream on sale
And a blue red-carpet outfit
That's a catastrophic fail

This started as a protest song
No-one else would sing along
They want reality TV
But it doesn't seem so real to me
I started with something to say
But you were busy with your face
When our homes burn into the sea
At least you'll have more likes than me
More likes than me

What could be more pressing
Than a Hemsworth kind of hot?
Another broken romance
Caused by cellulite and spots?
What could matter more now
Than a Snapchat from behind?
Nothing else to see here
Just the end of humankind

Mother Nature didn't plan on matricide
She loved us like a child
And we loved her back
By spitting in her eye
Someone brought a piece of coal to parliament
They said it was the way to go
So away we went
Away we went

What could be more pressing
Than a snow-white set of teeth?
Impossibly swollen lips
You paid for by the week?
What could matter more now
Than a mirror on your wall?
A stranger's affirmation
You're the fairest of them all?

This started as a protest song
No one else would sing along
They want reality TV
But it doesn't seem so real to me
I started with something to say
But you were busy with your face
When our homes burn into the sea
At least you'll have more likes than me
More likes than me