It's a disease,... and they're all green It emanates from their being A satiation,.. with occupation
And like weeds,.. with big leaves Stealing light from what's beneath Where they have more,... Still they take more
Course I know,.. then I don't There's a stowaway with my throat It's deceiving... I don't believe him
We can scream,.. out our doors Behind the wall a fat man snores In his dreams he's,... Choking Ti leaves
Well I guess There's nothing wrong with what you say But don't sell me, 'There can't be better ways'
Tell the captain 'This boats not safe And we're drowning.' Turns out He's the one making waves
I said There's nothing wrong with what you say Believe me Just asking you to sway No white Or black Just grey Can you feel this... World with your heart and not your brain?