| We’ll be |
| Drivin' |
| Foot down |
| We can debate it |
| We can demand that something work |
| But we were distracted |
| And now the world has gone berserk |
| Just bec’se the flood is lappin' at my front door doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care |
| anymore |
| Just bec’se I never breathe in the dust of war doesn’t mean I could ignore what |
| I saw |
| On multiple screens |
| Multiple scenes |
| Multiple screams from unknown but familiar faces |
| Could’ve been us, could’ve been us, could’ve been us |
| Had we been born in different places |
| But we’re to blame |
| I’ll tell ya that for free |
| This ain’t no game |
| Can’t you see it’s a catastrophe? |
| We’ll be |
| Drivin' |
| Foot down (to the ground) |
| Full force into the apocalypse |
| We’ll be |
| Drivin' |
| Foot down (to the ground) |
| Full force into the apocalypse |
| But I can see |
| Full force into the |
| But I can see |
| (It's a catastrophe) |
| But I can see |
| That it’s tricky to care when no-one knows the facts |
| But I can see |
| That it’s tough enough for us to watch our own backs |
| Do you think they’ll be a call to action |
| When we’re living in the age of a thousand distractions |
| Another episode of un-a-missable boxing |
| Another dye you’re gonna want that’s not in the shops, yeah |
| But still, you know we can’t get enough |
| The third generation, addicted to stuff |
| And point-based friendships measured in likes |
| Will keep us too busy to see when tragedy strikes |
| But we’re to blame |
| I’ll tell ya for free |
| This ain’t no game |
| Can’t you see it’s a catastrophe? |
| We’ll be |
| Drivin' |
| Foot down (to the ground) |
| Full force into the apocalypse |
| We’ll be |
| Drivin' |
| Foot down (to the ground) |
| Full force into the apocalypse |
| But read my lips |
| The rising heat won’t |
| Make us wake up |
| (Full force into the) |
| (Full force into the) |
| (It's a catastrophe) |
| (Full force into the) |
| (Full force into the) |
| (Full force into the) |
| (Full force into the) |