From the recording Eyes On The Radio

Lyrics

It’s a Tuesday afternoon he’s deep within the moon
Eyes lit up in silent rage
Lost in his cocoon, cutouts in his room
Making speeches on the eve of doom
Screeching tales of glacial thirst
Of river whales that die in the mud
Of pesticides and stratospheres
Climate change, change man
What a strange, strange man
Climate change, change man
What a strange, strange man
Between the lama and the whore
The drama and the lore
He shadows on a rural street
Chasing a skylark
The sun’s getting dark
Cause the whole world’s burning down
Screeching tales of glacial thirst
Of river whales that die in the mud
Of pesticides and stratospheres
Climate change, change man
What a strange, strange man
Climate change climate change
Climate change, climate change man
Says life’s like a store where people just want more
Of what has bought them to begin with…