text: The cats are in the flower bed
  A red hawk rides the sky
  I guess I should be happy
  Just to be alive
  But we have poisoned everything
  And oblivious to it all
  The cell phone zombies babble
  Through the shopping malls
  While condors fall from Indian skies
  Whales beach and die in sand
  Bad dreams are good
  In the great plan
  You cannot be trusted
  Do you even know youre lying
  Its dangerous to kid yourself
  You go deaf and dumb and blind
  You take with such entitlement
  You give bad attitude
  You have no grace
  No empathy
  No gratitude
  You have no sense of consequence
  Oh my head is in my hands
  Bad dreams are good
  In the great plan
  Before that altering apple
  We were one with everything
  No sense of self and other
  No self-consciousness
  But now we have to grapple
  With our man-made world backfiring
  Keeping one eye on our brothers deadly selfishness
  And everyones a victim!
  Nobodys hands are clean
  Theres so very little left of wild Eden Earth
  So near the jaws of our machines
  We live in these electric scabs
  These lesions once were lakes
  No one knows how to shoulder the blame
  Or learn from past mistakes
  So who will come to save the day?
  Mighty Mouse?
  Superman?
  Bad dreams are good in the great plan