Calamity 2 (lyrics/vocals by Rico Sisney)

Eyes closed on the rooftop
Nice night just a few clouds
Forehead felt a dew drop
Thunder clap so I looked out
It looks like another storm's coming
Backed us right into a corner
It's too dry and getting warmer
It ain't like they didn't warn us

Lightning strikes and strikes and strikes and strikes again
Unkempt forest built the altar made the match
And the climate's just lighting it
Campfires turn back to ash eventually
We'll see Paradise again
The Yerba Santa's next to blackened trees
Makes me a real good tea that I like to sip
But my question:

Who’s gonna mourn little old me?
The frog in the pot that got burned up?
The killing field isn't lonely
And it didn't come cheap
It's the modern convenience of murder
The ones that made this world still sitting comfy
'Til the tidal waves finally within arms reach
The poor and melanated will be the first up
'Til they can disperse us off the burn scarred land
Much cheaper to purchase

They traded my life for mounds of cash
Cut me off like the mountain caps
The land heals itself and bounces back
Too bad I won't be around for that
I feel like Noah. You know why?
I know what is coming and no one will listen
Don't want to lower emissions
So I've got no pot to piss in

I suppose when it's this close
Nobody thinks of us as exposed
They'll probably read about it and scroll
All cuz they think it's under control
I suppose when it's this close
Nobody thinks of us as exposed
They'll probably read about it and roll
Their eyes because they've heard it before
But it hits different when it's hitting you
It hits different when it's hitting you
It hits different when it's hitting you
It hits different when it's hitting you

Smoke inside my lungs
I'm feeling high off the AQI
I didn't hit the joint
I just decided to walk outside
Covid mask or a N95?
Can't make up my mind
How the fuck am I supposed to survive
Two crises at a time?

Who’s gonna mourn little old me?
The frog in the pot that got burned up
The killing field isn't lonely
And it didn't come cheap
It's the modern convenience of murder
From your view it ain't quite as ominous
From my seat, it looks like an apocalypse
Levees broke after the promises
At least the water's not as high as the profit is

They traded my life for mounds of cash
I might outrun the smoke but the drought’s too fast
The earth heals itself and bounces back
I hope my descendants will be around for that
I feel like Noah. You know why?
I know what is coming and no one will listen
Don't want to lower emissions
So I've got no pot to piss in

I suppose when it's this close
Nobody thinks of us as exposed
They'll probably read about it and roll
Their eyes because they've heard it before
But it hits different when it's hitting you
It hits different when it's hitting you
It hits different when it's hitting you
It hits different when it's hitting you