Fumes of Responsibility

So why is it so hard
To stop the spreading of carbon monoxide to our insides
For oxygen needs to come back again
Like punk rock from the eighties
While blocking fumes of junk Mercedes
Not to mention global holes adding to the kills
While prices rise in our monotonous bills
So how many thrills
Does it take to bake our last piece of cake?
We are all on death row,
It’s not fake, it’s our lives that are at stake.
So feeling a little out of breath without even a blow?
Just look at that hunk of metal
Taking up air on the side of the road, all show and no go
Do you feel cozy at night, all warm in your sack?
With all your contribution,
You’ve killed two families in Iraq.
All we think, before turning the key
Is if we forgot anything we need.
For it is a long journey, one of getting from here to there
Who ever said it’s not cool to care?