This Is the Ice Age

In a hundred wars across the earth Men and guns are thought to prove their worth Women stay behind and grow the food Placing soldiers in a dangerous mood Women around the world at work Working, working There's a man who must be sixty-five Makes his l

Riding our bicycles down on the freeway Leaving distorted cars trailing behind We move like bullets, no danger, no danger We take that for granted Crossed the bridge, left the network behind I could feel it in my heart We gage ourselves and the scene

Another fight on the street below They've got things to prove Shouting threats and sending out a counter glow All they do is walk, talk, knit socks, wind clocks And crawl on their bellies like a reptile I have no idea at all I hear a sound We talk of