“If everybody had glaciers / across the U-S-A / then everybody’d be skurfin’ / but global climates change.”
True to Build-a-Band form, we’re taking lemons and making lemonade in the form of a new brand of surf rock that can only grow in popularity as the ice caps shrink in size. Whether we grew the lemons ourselves isn’t important. Whether we had the lemons stolen from your doorstep by a band of porch pirate metalheads is none of your concern. Your grandchildren may have to deal with it, but then again, they might also be distracted by all the cows in the cathedrals.