The crying of lot 246
FalconWanna touch the indigo sky
Hitting a brick wall
Hopes crumble, I scream and call
Rugged landscape, watch it bleed
Purple hills, got no need
Trees uprooted, toxic litter
Auction 'em off to the highest bidder
Barbed wire to keep us out
False intentions, there is no doubt
No man by his own hands
Can sell or tame this land
Build your mall, level it all
No retreat to the wild
Concrete entombs us all
No respite for nature's child
What belongs to all of us who walk the Earth
What belongs to all of us who breathe the air
Corporate men with pockets deep
Never climbed the mountains steep
They hide behind their city walls
Piling bills in bank vaults - Oh no!
Out of stone I'll build my castle
Politics, I don't want your hassle
Just got to live out my days in peace
Want all this pushing to cease
Rugged landscape, watch it bleed
Purple hills, got no need
Trees uprooted, toxic litter
Auction 'em off to the highest bidder
Oh no!