With respect to the original by Albert Hammond, Michael Hazelwood

If I could make a wish
I think I’d pass
Can’t think of anything I need
No nightingales, no eagle, no kites, no song
Nothing to eat, no fields to breed

Making money for you
Has left me rich, warm, and wired
What more could I ask
There’s nothing left to be admired
Greed upon the earth and it leaves it weak
So weep, silent angels, just you weep

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And the wildlife too
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes the wildlife too
All I need is the air that I breathe

Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
So sleep, everybody, go to sleep

In time, we won’t have the air that we breathe
And the wildlife too
we won’t have the air that we breathe
And the wildlife too
we won’t have the air that we breathe

Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And the wildlife too
we won’t have the air that we breathe
And the wildlife too
we won’t have the air that we breathe
And the wildlife too
we won’t have the air that we breathe
And the wildlife too