It's the smoke that makes the dream.
I think I've said that before.
So you know,
Let the oil fires burn,
Let the smog accumulate,
Let the breath condensate,
Let the forests conflagrate,
Let the fireworks explode,
And let the wind through the gorge blow.
Please don't do anything about the 50 year old coal seam fire,
Please continue to roast chestnuts by the flame,
Go to bonfire parties,
Get drunk,
Ride cruise ships,
DRIVE CARS, race-cars, race bikes,
Burp, fart, sneeze, cough, have a cigarette,
Run, run, run,
Enjoy the ash falling from volcanoes,
And cut the grass with a gas mower,
And ship goods here and there and everywhere,
And if you can't then just ship them nowhere,
As long as they are being hauled by semis it's fine by me,
And please please please have children,
Because it's the smoke that makes the dream.