Sweet Song

The trees are spinning oxygen They're the rockets we should fear If we go and let them off then we will disappear Then we will disappear, surely we will disappear The road is hot and dusty The desert needs a beer But if we go and blow it up then we will disappear Then we will disappear, surely we will disappear If we go and blow it up then we will disappear We will disappear surely We will disappear We will disappear We will disappear We will disappear We will disappear We will disappear --- Sweet Song - Blur