Extermination Blues
Robin Trower
We stood and watched the storm clouds gather
Watched as mountains turned to sand
We let them steal our future
And did not raise a hand
Not quick enough to anger, ooh
Far too slow to understand
We chose to walk away in silence
Was it fear or apathy?
The noose began to tighten
Found it hard to breathe
Not quick enough to anger, ooh
Extermination guaranteed