Текст: Adrian Belew. Men in Helicopters.

Wouldn't it be great to see the African plains
Before they lay them to waste and only the bones remain?
Wouldn't it be poetry to shoot holes in the poachers we see
With an elephant gun?

Men in helicopters fly
Shooting rhinos from out of the sky
Why do we always assume the planet is ours to ruin?
What a legacy we're leaving behind
What a legacy

Wouldn't it be something for the men killing dolphin
To be caught up by their necks in their greedy fishing nets?
Wouldn't it be irony if the tuna fish canneries
Were to fall into the sea?

The dolphins and the whales still left alive
Cry to the stars in the deep blue night
There's nowhere to hide, the people on earth will not be denied
What a legacy we're leaving behind
What a legacy

Wouldn't it be odd if there really was a God
And He looked down on earth and saw what we've done to her?
Wouldn't it be just if He pulled the plug on us
And took away the sun?

Men in helicopters fly
Shooting rhinos from out of the sky
Why do we always assume the planet is ours to ruin?

The dolphins and the whales still left alive
Cry to the stars in the deep blue night
There's nowhere to hide, the people on earth will not be denied
What a legacy we're leaving behind
What a legacy we're leaving behind
We're leaving behind