Sucking on my plastic straw
While drinking palm oil in my bed
Who should I recycle for
When millions of planes are flying over my head
This planet is dead
Just shoot me in the head
Can I have a plastic bag
My golden fingers can't take all this clothing
From the kids in Bangladesh
That won't survive till the next morning
This planet is dead
Just shoot me in the head
Walking down a dirty street
While wearing my coat from mink
Crocodile skin on my feet
Kangaroo steak is my favourite thing
Garbage swallowing us all
My plastic straw in dead lips
But still hoping that I won't fall
In hole of the apocalypse