It might be rude to scream But i get so pissed All your space gets sucked away Becomes their junkyard mist The country is shrinking Everyone's breeding Like rats in a cage We're strangled and scared Could we just take care Of each other could we Just take care Could we see beyond The pasture of childhood rage And minimum wage Could we see beyond this Pasture your country Was built on slaves Driving down and out of chicago I'm looking for the highway And i look around And oh my goddess What have we done Past the jewel osco pass the bus Spewing black air all over This black neighborhood Mainly it's bars and fast food Fast fast food cheap poison Oh my goddess What have we done What have my fathers Done to my brothers What have our leaders Led us into What have we chosen Fast asleep in racist baths That keep people powerless Polluted and poor Scrubbed clean of their gods Oh my goddess goodness Where are we now I'd bang down your billboards Suck nourish from this rusty I'd send those streams To wash it clean Make everything wet And lusty I want the loggers To be cast away I want to let The mantises pray I want the loggers To be cast away I just wanna play Don't sell me your junkyard Don't package my death I need the earth for my feet And the wind for my breath