where i hold my daughters hand
upright man your starting to tire
some folks know what i mean
cause they're turning blue white turning green
the race to find space and oil
is gaining ground gaining ground
human race may come to a boil
completely wreaking havoc
like a cheap shot at the back
close the curtains don't take a bow
some folks know what i mean
and this can of worms is opening
the race to find space to breathe
human race you make me grieve
for the things that you do
some freaks don't give a damn
and they are the ones threatening man
the race to portray yourself as somebody who cares
separates yourself from someone who's willing to dare
to race to embrace a kiss
is what we need what i need
human race you'll get through this