Pretty Lies.

Telling us All those pretty lies. 

 The wind called COPout's now blown through

The world's got reason to weep

Oh, I know it sure was hard to leave there Kerry

But it's really not your home

Fossil fuels are filthy, but we each tar every street

And we insist on clean white living like life's a fancy French salon

Oh Kerry you must be insane

You're hair's the finest silver

You've come back from the Glasgow Conference 

With naught but shite

I said, Oh, you're a mean old Daddy there's none like you

Get outta my sight

They flew down to the Glascow charade

Their will to act reduced to a whine,

Then they laughed and toasted nothing and smashed every hope of Greta down

Let's have a round for these sheiks and their soldiers

A round for each of their crimes

Let's have another round for the fossil fuel regime

That flew us to this tourist town

Come on Kerry you must be insane

Your hair's gone silver

Oh you're a mean old Daddy

An old worn shoe

They flew them in from Amsterdam

They flew them in from Rome 

They flew them in from every continent 

And put cut flowers 'round their rooms

But let's not talk about Climate Change now

The night is a starry dome

And they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll

Beneath the Glasgow Moon

Come on Kerry we're all insane

Bought for a few pieces of silver

A small price to pay so you can

Have fun tonight

Empty wind as hot as Africa's

Speech after empty speech

Oh you know it sure is hard to listen

They're just throwing a dog a bone

Maybe it's been too long a time

Since you was scramblin' down in the street

You've got too used to your clean white livin'

Being chauffeured ‘round like you're Peron

Oh Kerry you've gone insane

But your hair's the finest silver

You've come back from the Glasgow Conference 

With naught but shite

I said, Oh, you're a mean old Daddy there's none like you

Get outta my sight