Lyrics: [Verse 1] My clothes cost a lot, handmade by children Next year, they're in a box Goin' to a thrift store in Williamsburg [Verse 2] Daydream at the house, still in the shower I've heard about the drought But my BRITA runneth over, it's hard to place [Chorus] So maybe the planet dies Maybe there's no God to hear us cry When the air starts to make us sick It's not a matter of politics Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they'll learn to love better than us [Verse 3] Drivin' to the store, twenty a gallon (Yeah) Might be fundin' war But at least my grocery bags are reusable [Chorus] So maybe the planet dies Maybe there's no God to hear us cry When the air starts to make us sick It's not a matter of politics Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they'll learn to love better than us [Outro] Somehow if we raise kids in a dying world I hope they'll learn to love better than us, better than us