We dont own this place, though we act as if we did
Its a loan from the children of our childrens kids
The actual owners havent even been born yet
Bur we never tend the garden and rarely we pay the rent
Most of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
Put it all on plastic and I wonder where well be when the bills hit
We can run
But we cant hide from it
Of all possible worlds
We only got one:
We gotta ride on it
Whatever weve done
Well never get far from what we leave behind
Baby, we can run, run, run, but we cant hide
Oh no, we cant hide
Im dumpin my trash in your back yard
Makin certain you dont notice really isnt so hard
Youre so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them
Well, its oil for the rich and babies for the poor
We got everyone believin that more is more
If a reckoning comes, maybe we will know what to do then
All these complications seem to leave no choice
I heard the tongues of billion speak with just one voice
Saying, Just leave all the rest to me
I need it worse than you, you see.
And then I heard....
The sound of one child crying
Today I went walking in the amber wind
Theres a hole in the sky where the light pours in
I remembered the days when I wasnt afraid of the sunshine
But now it beats down on the asphalt land
Like a hammering blow from Gods left hand
What little still grows cringes in the shade till the night time