"What'll Become Of The Children?" lyrics

This is the plunders radio station WWAR3
Date line
June 7th two thousands and forty-five
Today our suspected warrant
That due to bling bling world energy
And protein resources
Plus the increasing violence of the food riots
There is now grave concern
For the future of this planet
As a life supporting ecosystem
(Supporting ecosystem)

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
Where are they going to fly?
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

Is it my imagination?
Or are things not quite how they used to be?
As the Earth gets ever older
Is it just a little colder than before?

Is it my imagination?
Or do the raindrops taste like bitter tears?
And the wind keeps right on taking
From a man who's heart lays broken on the shore

Nothing lasts forever
Everything must end
But have we lived it too late to be friends?

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
Where are they going to fly?
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

Is it a gross exaggeration?
Or are we running out of borrowed time?
Are there just too many people?
In a world that doesn't see the warning signs

You know that night must follow
These last few precious days
So let's hope come tomorrow
We'll find a way

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
(Where are they going to run to?)
Where are they going to fly?
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

Nothing lasts forever
So it's no use to pretend
But will there be an answer?
In the end

What'll become of the children?
And when they open the sixth sin
Where are they going to run to?
There was a great earthquake
Where are they going to fly?
And the Sun became black
Where are they going to hide when winter comes?
And the moon became as blood

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
Where are they going to fly?
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
Where are they going to fly?
(Where are they going to hide?)
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
Where are they going to fly?
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

Is it my imagination?
Or are things not quite how they used to be?
As the Earth gets ever older
Is it just a little colder than before?

You know that night must follow
These last few precious days
So let's hope come tomorrow
We'll find a way

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
Where are they going to fly?
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
Where are they going to fly?
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
Where are they going to fly?
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

What'll become of the children?
Where are they going to run to?
Where are they going to fly?
Where are they going to hide?
When winter comes

What'll become of the children?