I saw the old straw target has now grown green/ They’re tearing down the archer’s house...

Hey how ya doing, what's going on?/ Just a light start of the song/ Cause there ain't nothing light about this / It weighs heavy. On the planet.

We asked you nice, even said please,/ But you think us a fool who should crawl on our knees,/

We Know it’s true/ We know it’s cruel, we know it’s beautiful./

Far out in space/ The moon looks down on a barren place/ Mirror of its grey and ancient face ...

In a wonderful sleep I had a dream of trees catching flight./....

Extinct or alive?/ Has the drive to a new world economy/ Made natural history obsolete?

Burn the house down burn the house down/ Set the fire let the world drown

We Know It’s true, We know it’s cruel, we know it’s beautiful.

Take me to the wishing tree/ where I shall make a wish or three