Thanks to that fine member of the human race Kajati for the electric  guitar, bass, synths, voice and arrangement.

Lyrics...

here’s three cheers say us animals and trees
for it’s the end of the human race
we think it’s strange that they didn’t see it coming
with their world just inches from their face

so legs in the air all you plastic chairs
who’s going to sit down now?

i’m sorry to report all you lambs to the slaughter
you’re going to have to take one for the team
although human beings have left the scene
there’s no way to stop the machines

it’s the end of the human race…

in that big hotel rosters go unfilled
and those drinks won’t serve themselves
there’s grass on the floor and moss on the walls
the waldorf’s been thrown to the wolves
 
so float downstream polyethylene 
and find your place amongst the reeds

it’s ok to sing all you whales in the sea
no one’s going to hear your song
the ocean’s are yours filled with plastic straws
the humans have finally gone

it’s the end of the human race…

End Of The Human Race

The Failed States is a creative project based in an aged care facility in the leafy suburb of Wantirna, Melbourne Australia. 

Initially a recreational outlet, allowing residents to express themselves through music, poetry and sitting still, The Failed States has since taken on a life of it own. 

Anguished songs about other residents' grandchildren being too loud at the table tennis table, or jeremiads of lukewarm, semi-set puddings were gradually replaced by powerful pieces about climate change, urban decay, relationship breakdown and missing dentures.

There are no permanent members of The Failed States, we live on, as age, petty rivalries, and forgetfulness takes us all.

The Failed States tries to perform in the common room on the second Tuesday of every month, after lunch.

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