V.
In a small town church one Sunday
The congregation filled the pews
The preacher took the pulpit
To give his flock the news
The faithful then fell silent
As the speaker started in
To talk about repentance
And the wages of their sin
V.
Now he didn’t bring up Satan
Or the evils of the drink
He didn’t quote the Bible
He just told them all to think
About the cost of doing business
And how, for what it’s worth
In their blindness they’d bear witness
To a burnin’ hell on Earth
Cho.
He said:
“Oh Lord, it’s mighty frightnin’
Oh Lord, it’s like chain lightnin’
Oh Lord, we’re gonna pay some dues
‘Cause we got them Greenhouse Blues”
V.
Then he spoke of meltin’ ice caps
And the risin’ of the tide
How the oilmen took our money
How our politicians lied
“If you only want a fancy car
That burns oil by the ton
Then soon its hood will just be good
For cookin’ omelets in the sun”
Cho.
He said:
“Oh Lord, it’s mighty frightnin’
Oh Lord, it’s like chain lightnin’
Oh Lord, we’re gonna pay some dues
‘Cause we got them Greenhouse Blues”
V.
Well now people they can listen
And preachers they can preach
And singers can sing holy songs
But there’s some things they can’t teach
Like how to cut the waste or get a taste
Of garbage, smoke and human waste
How to find a shelter from the storm
And cool it down ‘cause it’s getting’ warm
Cho. (2x)
Oh Lord, it’s mighty frightnin’
Oh lord, it’s like chain lightnin’
Oh Lord, we’re gonna pay some dues
Oh Lord, we got them blues
Oh Lord, what can we do?
Oh lord, let’s get a clue
Oh lord, we’re gonna pay some dues
‘Cause we got them Greenhouse Bl