A song about suburbia and how we're destroying the planet.
punk political social roc
Lyrics
Neatly trimmed grass spreads the countryside,
Laced with fertilizer, weed killers, pesticide,
Everything kept so nice, it all looks so clean,
Habitats destroyed to make our grass more green,
Deer are just road kill, today’s petty annoyance,
“Thin out their numbers,” they say without clairvoyance,
Another species succumbs to our suburban superficialities,
Sprawling without order, we forget our own mortality.
Every year a thousand fruitful acres fall,
To another arm of this suburban sprawl,
Throw up the houses, find another spot,
Cut down these woods for this parking lot,
Pave the fertile valleys, erect concoctions of concrete,
The Jungle has been conquered, Nature admits defeat,
Irreversible damage has already been levied,
What’s it to you if they chop down another tree?
You can try to run away but there’s no where to go,
Run down by an motorist on worn-out-country roads,
Protection from the city thanks to these gated communities,
But traveling between them requires a gas guzzling SUVs,
More tons of smoke are spewed into the ozone layer,
Do you ever wonder if our descendents have a prayer?
Where is the conclusion, how will it all end?
That is the great mystery of this Suburban Wasteland.