Along the side of the road
In bloom flowers start to grow
Leaves start to form on the trees
Bird songs float through the breeze
It sounds picturesque and so it should be
But rubbish and fly tips are all you can see
The roadside the fields the mountains the streets
Littered with filth discarded with ease
There's no excuses
You're lazy not inert
Still no excuses
Clean up the f*cking earth
The bins are all empty the floor's f*cking full
Bags filled with dog shit on branches they pull
T.V's and settees look down from up high
Packets and wrappers blow into the sky
There's no excuses
You're lazy not inert
Still no excuses
Clean up the f*cking earth
Polythylene, polluting the streams
Polystyrene, it has no real means
Cellulose acetate, all over the place
Industrial waste, gets removed then replaced
So when, when you look around are you ok with what you see? (With what you see)
Are you, you so self absorbed and ignorant to the debris? (To the debris)
At what, what stage does it get before you start to give a f*ck? (Before you give a f*ck)
How long, how long will it take before you change the way you act?
Before, it gets, too late, too late