歌词
Intro:
Here we stand, on the brink, grinning wide,
With a joke on our lips about the rising tide.
In a melody that knows the truth it hides,
A parody of ourselves, where irony resides.
Verse 1:
Bought an eco-friendly cup, feeling smug,
While the forests behind us just shrug and burn.
Sipping on organic chai, oh so snug,
As we make a TikTok turn, ignoring the churn.
Prechorus:
We craft our memes in the dead of night,
About how the world’s alight.
"LOL," we type, pretending it's alright,
In the glow of our screens, so bright.
Chorus:
Here in the laugh track of the end times,
We find humor in the ecological crimes.
Dancing on the deck of this sinking climb,
A self-aware parody, our final rhyme.
Verse 2:
We chuckle at the irony of ‘Save the Bees,’
As we order another thing online with ease.
The irony of clean air pleas,
Breathing in the smog, as we wheeze.
Prechorus 2:
Joking about how we’ll all learn to swim,
As the waters rise, at a whim.
With a smirk, we sing this grim hymn,
In a world growing dim, on a limb.
Chorus 2:
With satire as our shield, we jest at pain,
Laughing as we stand in the acid rain.
A caricature of hope, we can’t sustain,
In this tragicomedy, we feign.
Verse 3:
We tweet about the apocalypse, so droll,
Finding dark humor in the coal.
But beneath the laughter, there’s a toll,
A creeping dread, in the soul.
Verse 4:
We share a meme as the coral reefs bleach,
A punchline where the lesson's out of reach.
Laughing at the future we won't teach,
A lesson, it seems, too hard to preach.
Prechorus 3:
So we make our jokes, and we share our gifs,
As the ground beneath us shifts.
In a world adrift, our spirits lift,
With self-deprecating quips, our gift.
Chorus 3:
In the jest of our own demise, we play,
A sardonic ballad, day by day.
In the mirror, irony’s reflection lay,
A self-aware parody, in disarray.
Outro:
So here’s the last laugh, not so fun,
On a stage under a burning sun.
Our final act, almost done,
In this satire, no one has won.
Chorus 3:
In the jest of our own demise, we play,
A sardonic ballad, day by day.
In the mirror, irony’s reflection lay,
A self-aware parody, in disarray.
Outro:
So here’s the last laugh, not so fun,
On a stage under a burning sun.
Our final act, almost done,
In this satire, no one has won.
