Extermination Blues - Robin Trower

WE STOOD AND WATCHED THE STORM CLOUDS GATHER

WATCHED AS MOUNTAINS TURNED TO SAND

WE LET THEM STEAL THE FUTURE

DID NOT RAISE A HAND

NOT QUICK ENOUGH TO ANGER

FAR TOO SLOW TO UNDERSTAND

WE CHOSE TO WALK AWAY IN SILENCE

WAS THAT FEAR OR APATHY

THE NOOSE BEGAN TO TIGHTEN

FOUND IT HARD TO BREATHE

NOT QUICK ENOUGH TO ANGER

EXTERMINATION GUARANTEED