That factory paints the sky Four walls drip with the dye WE watch and wonder how they got (the sky) A neon reddish brown The waters a greyish green Lifeless and unclean Theres no clear days just a thick amd colorful haze It gets somepeople sick while the other ones just get rich and still The children play on this hot, humid winter day And at night when the sun goes down They still have light in this NJ town The sky's flourescent orange and blue A pregnant mother says 'What can I do?' CAn't breathe just choke, lungs fill with smoke CAn't find fresh air and we do not care The sky looks strange we do not chanfe Eyes tear and burn, We do not learn