Deniers

Pump it up and set it on fire
 A glut of energy for hire
 When you feel the heat you ask us how
 Well all that matters is the now
 You're whining, crying out for air
 And oh boo-hoo, it's so unfair
 You won't conform to laissez-faire
 Your way is weakness and we don't care
 This is business and it will not wait
 The Seventh Generation is way too late
 Combustion is the object of our desire
 We proudly play the role of the Deniers
 Creating the illusion of prosperity
 Our daily stock price stealing your posterity
 So future generations will curse our names
 We won't be around to take the blame
 You think your children won't get their due
 Well mine will be the privileged few
 You know your children won't get their turn
 It's way too late, so just burn baby burn
 We pretend to believe that it's not real
 We spend billions to not reveal
 Keep those glorious fires burning into the air
 We always knew, it's just that we don't care