Tripod - Trees Songtexte

The trees are dying.
I'd hate to be a tree in this new century.
The trees are crying.
I'd hate to have whats down to a tree done to me.

'Cause they cut them down, and turn them into wood.
They rape entire forests for the corporate good.
A million awful things are done trees.
But worst of all... (Worst of all)

Trees get chained to hippies.
Trees get chained to hippies.

(Free the trees!)
I'd rather have a squirell store his nuts in me.
Help! I'm chained up to a hippie!
(Free the trees)
Smokin' dope right near me!
(Free the trees)
Not offering me any.
(Free the trees)
Playin' Bongo's badly.
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