You're horus god of the sky
And look at me, just a middle-aged guy
A wreck, putrid and asinine
Well below the Indian poverty line
Luck ran out when I spoke my voice
People hate my guts, falsehood is their choice
I hope you can take care of the sky
Being a god sitting up high
Because as a human I feel sad
The thin wispy layer is quite bad
We with our fumes and fart
Have made the end of the world to start
Don't know anything anymore
Everyday the sky is worse than before
That's why I drew you, can't you save us from us?
Can't you pull us out from under the bus?
You have my support all I can give
I'll be helpful as long as I live
