Smokey Wildfires by The Finger Guns

I’m so sick of smokey wildfires
I’m so sick of smokey, smoke, smoke
Everything is brown and tastes like burning
It’s a new season that we are earning

I’m so sick of smokey wildfires, I’m so sick of wildfire smoke

It looks like fog when I wake up early
It makes my lungs say nope, nope, nope
All of the birds have stopped their chirping
The sky is orange and have lost all hope

I’m so sick of smokey wildfires, I’m so sick of wildfire smoke

Now my car is dirty and ashy
And my hair smells like burnt antelope
The forest is sad my eyes are itchy
There’s a cloud coming to your city

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