Cars fly by, now let's all go back to the country where we belong
All these lights, electronics. You think it's cool, I think it's sick.
We don't want to stop to sing anymore.
We don't want to stop to sing anymore.
Electronic city, it's a shame it's a pity that we cut down trees to make it look more pretty.
Have enough stuff for our entertainment, keep the forests in their own containment. (x2)
Look at em' grow, look at em go, see them sway back too and fro.
Look at em' grow, look at em go, not trying to preach but thats how it goes.
I'm not a fucking preacher.
I'm not going to tell you what to do.
Just please stop doing what you're doing.
We have enough cities, you're making the earth shitty.
(woops)