Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Yeah, I roll with the virtuous, feelin’ like the worst of us,
They preach like prophets, quoting Greta with purpose—
“Yar, yar, just do better, write your MP that love letter,”
But I’m thinkin’ hard, is Greta really any better?

Hopes and dreams tangled in memes, teenage schemes,
Childhood screams mixed up with eco-themes.
They say, “Horse-shoe theory, does it point the way?
Is the middle ground where we’re meant to stay?”

(Chorus)
They the first to move, to groove, to stake their claim,
Fightin’ right with a virtuous flame.
Always right, and we cursed by the blight,
They delight in the fight, shinein’ too bright.

(Verse 2)
They on a mission, Earth’s on the brink,
Provin’ their point like we’re all outta ink.
“Horse-shoe theory, what’s the word to say?
Does it draw us close, or lead us astray?”

“You’re wrong, I’m right, full of spite, I’m so bright,”
Said with a grin, they claim the light.
Greased the groove, smoothed the move,
For the kids flippin’ lids, got nothin’ to prove.

(Bridge)
The climate’s crashin’, they shout no relaxin’,
“Stop retractin’, no time for slacking.”
Then they say with a laugh, “Forget all the tears,
Netflix is callin’, Barbie’s here for the years.”

(Outro)
Virtuous kings and queens hold court in the light,
Preachin’ change, pushin’ fight—but who’s really right?
Is it just smoke in the activist way?
Or is there truth in that middle way?

This layout keeps a steady beat and punchy rhythm to keep listeners engaged.