Took a walk with my mother the forest
And the forest said, "Come now, my child
There's a sickness that's killing your poor sweet mama
And it proliferates through the wild"
You're obsessed with the human condition
But we ignore the human disease
So we'll all grab our axes and cut Atlas down at the knees
La da dum
La da dum
La da dum
La du du da da da dum
La da dum
La da da da da da dum
There's just too many cooks in the kitchen
There's just too many babies to feed
So we'll have to leave one or two out for the wolves
To continue to meet all our needs
The penumbra of what we call progress
Is progressing us towards our demise
Our futility burns like the rays that are blinding our eyes
La da dum
La da da dum
La da dum
La da da da da da dum
La da da dum
La da da da da da da da dum
We're a collected procrastination
We're a species born out of denial
We won't deal with the issues that don't hurt us now
Or we'll get to them after a while
Mother Nature says "Please, reconsider"
Mother Nature says "Throw me a bone"
So we'll throw her the skeletons of our grandchildren
Until the last one dies
Alone
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Little ones, listen close to your mama
Dry your eyes, you have nothing to fear
When the last tree falls down in the dust of the wasteland
Nobody will be there to hear