Talking Boy

Here’s to the grass that grows through the

cracks of the pavement on the street find the weakness

and defeat the concrete

this is you're mother calling, who you’ve abused and uprooted

chopped down, bruised, polluted, and used any way you’ve

suited

you know that book where that Tree

gives that spoiled little kid

damn near everything he needs

limbs, branches, and leaves

while I’m hear to decree now, that that Tree is me

but now I’m only just a stump!

this self fulfilling Profit Margin

got no way to stop enlarging

Monkeys will piss in the well

where they get there drinking water from

and not even notice the smell…

you say you wanna save the planet but you

know you’re Mother’s planned it so that

She’s not the one who needs saving

so good luck with all of your paving

but you know that youi’ll be sorry when I’m…

gone just like that little punk

who cut down my trunk and carved me up

and sailed away that day i admit i really wish he sunk

cuz don’t forget in the end like destiny

he sat his ass on what was left of me

and sailed off int a strip mall sea

thinking, “Now where are my children gonna play?”

so here’s to the grass that’s growing throughout the cracks

and claim in the name of the Mother

the other side is fighting back

here’s to the grass that’s pushing up high

in that pace we used to call outside

you say you wanna save the planet but you

know you’re Mother’s planned it so that

She’s not the one who needs saving

so good luck with all of your paving

but you know that you’ll be sorry when I’m…