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