Nasty Rumors

I'm living in the flat lands
where i see it all
the weather's still the same
since i've grown tall

Everywhere i've been
all over the world
the weather's still the same
like at home

I'm living in the land of freedom
where liberty roams
ain't no change in the seasons
ain't no drying lawns

Global warming's a nasty rumor
i ain't got no sense
for that kind of humor

Them communists
try to steal my freedom
by predicting changing seasons

And everywhere i've been
i've seen shakles on men
must be by a lack of armoury
that's why my weather's fine