They’re huntin’ through the woods
lookin’ for those tropical goods
when they find them they cut ‘em down.
The trees that fall seem to drown.

The falling forest trees give off a horrifying flicker
and call the devil with a notorious snicker.
It sure is too bad that people are accumulating
a wonderful world that they’re exponentially mutilating.

In the beginning of time
with all things sublime
a world without sight
without life or man’s might.
It gave us a chance
to see if we could glance
into a triumphant future
which we all now butcher.

When will the world see that it’s dying?
Well I sure can’t see whether it’s trying.
When will the world fill its gaping holes?
No one can know
every which way we goes.