Tripod - Climate Change lyrics

rate me

'm not sure that I will be very well-suited

To the new post-climate change society

It bothers me

I'm not sure that I have the tools to deal

With the complete collapse of the modern world

I'd be rooted

I burn easily

And my feet get sore when I walk barefoot

It's pathetic

I'd last two seconds

I'm not sure that I'd have a chance in a half-drowned, post-technological world

I'm not sure that I know enough about bush tucker

Or how to get water from cactuses

Aren't they prickly or something

I've got no Indigenous friends

And I'm sure they'd get sussed

If I tried to buddy up to them at this late stage

They'd be onto me

I get bored quickly

If I couldn't stare at a screen all day

I'd have no purpose

I'd be a vegetable

I'm not sure that I'd have a chance in a DIY, make-your-own-fun world

Even allowing for the possibility

That it might not be exactly like Mad Max

You can be sure that there'd still be a healthy amount

Of fighting marauders off

And I'm not much good

At fighting marauders off

I learnt this at my year twelve formal

I'm not sure that I have the upper body strength

To cope with all the rowing in an ocean-based world

I'd be completely at sea

And my word-smithery would fall on deaf ears

With the people with hats made of sheep skulls

Then they'd kill me

I'm not sure that there'd be a place for a fey, bookish technophile

In a physically challenging, nomadic, foraging, siphoning, dot-painting, oral tradition world