9 April 2012
The Chief he rounded up his men
And built himself a secret den
A place to hide a place to plot
A place to go when the earth got hot
There was no helping the humankind
There was no cure that he could find
To stop the plastic overflowing
To stop the power fuse from blowing
And so he hid himself away
And underground he would stay
Til he'd built a big machine
That somehow someday would learn to clean
All the rubbish and all the junk
And all the plastic that had sunk
But at this time he's way behind
With the ideas he needs to find
I think the Chief is close to tears
I think the Chief needs your ideas
Underground • Opuss № I