Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bulbous Creation
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Parkinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bulbous Creation
Producer
Lyrics
Time has come to give a breath of fresh air to my son
He's dying quickly from polluting we have done
Make the life you live become only just a game
Give the hood a chance to think
And live up to his name
Ah, ah
Ah
Can you see the stars at night
To make us sit and wish?
Can you find the ocean
Through the fields of dying fish?
Is the air you breathe a goner, you cannot explain
Is the place you spend today
A safe place to remain?
Ah, ah
Ah, ha
Ah
Take my hand and make a stand
Against this life of death
Tell the people "Make a choice"
While they still have one left
Do you want to die before
Your children reach the age?
Or whether would you say today
"The ending of the page"
Ah, ah
Ah, ha
Ah
Take my hand and make a stand
Against this life of death
Tell the people "Make a choice"
While they still have one left
Do you want to die before
Your children reach the age?
Or whether would you say today
"The ending of the page"
Ah, ah
Ah, ha
Ah, ha
Written by: Paul Parkinson