on a clearcut i stood & glowered
cuz in this life, luv for earth never scoured
but man and the machine act to devour
nature's eco-balance - the resources of tall towers
they claim the world's oil/ for their army royal
burnin' churnin' murderin' it up
this world's vital nrg - in a cup
poured for hollywood glamour, and livin' it up
how corporation overpower deprived countries
no matter how they work, can't earn prized bounties
wicked i say, the decay
drains the green, we just play, & i say
this earth is the turf
to serve with no reserve
my eyes are open to the eruption
in our civilization's corruption
how long will it go on?
(cry a tear for babylon)
i was hopin' for the most high
when i realize it still
the earth is gravely ill
so many species have been killed
with blame to fill,
oil our sea as they drill
I SING OUT
oil is a spoil
our earth & air it foils
as chemicals in the soil
& chem trails that make us frail
we're all connected
(send in the dancers)
so we're all infected
with earth's cancers
there's a sharp look in my eyes
when in winter i see butterflies
which shouldn't be, but i know why:
our climate's out of wack,
our paradise home a shack
What will the powers do?
Send troops to iraq?
I got to keep on being strong
make sure my boy can belong
I, the idealist, imagine
pure earth never vanquished
(vampiric empiric results from surveys insult)
cuz fo'sho' forests are dwindling
while we chase big names and bling-bling
everyone's ballin' while the sky is fallin'
wicked i say - this decay
drain the green we'll stop the play
the earth, fo'sho, is the turf to serve
with no reserve cuz the next generation deserves...