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