Wouldn't it be great To see the african plains Before they lay them to waste And only the bones remain Wouldn't it be poetry To shoot holes in the poachers we see With an elephant gun Men in helicopters fly Shooting rhinos from out of the sky Why do we always assume The planet is ours to ruin? What a legacy we're leaving behind What a legacy Wouldn't it be something For the men killing dolphin To be caught up by their necks In their greedy fishing nets Wouldn't it be irony If the tuna fish canneries Were to fall into the sea The dolphins and the whales still left alive Cry to the stars in the deep blue night "There's nowhere to hide, The people on earth will not be denied" What a legacy we're leaving behind What a legacy Wouldn't it be odd If there really was a god And he looked down on earth And saw what we've done to her Wouldn't it be just If he pulled the plug on us, And took away the sun