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We don't own this place, though we act as if we did, |
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It's a loan from the children of our children's kids. |
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The actual owners haven't even been born yet. |
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Bur we never tend the garden and rarely we pay the rent, |
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Some of it is broken and the rest of it is bent |
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Put it all on plastic and i wonder where we'll be when the bills hit. |
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We can run, |
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But we can't hide from it. |
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Of all possible worlds, |
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We only got one: |
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We gotta ride on it. |
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Whatever we've done, |
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We'll never get far from what we leave behind, |
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Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can't hide. |
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Oh no, we can't hide. |
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I'm dumpin' my trash in your back yard |
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Makin' certain you don't notice really isn't so hard |
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You're so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them. |
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Well, it's oil for the rich and babies for the poor, |
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We got everyone believin' that more is more, |
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If a reckoning comes, maybe we will know what to do then. |
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All these complications seem to leave no choice, |
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I heard the tongues of billion speak with just one voice, |
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Saying, "just leave all the rest to me, |
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I need it worse than you, you see." |
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And then i heard.... |
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The sound of one child crying. |
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Today i went walking in the amber wind, |
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There's a hole in the sky where the light pours in |
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I remembered the days when i wasn't afraid of the sunshine. |
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But now it beats down on the asphalt land |
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Like a hammering blow from god's left hand |
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What little still grows cringes in the shade like a bad vine. |
