Flash of the breast on the big screen, But no 
penetration or spark
Cut the claw from the tiger, de-fang the cobra so we 
can feel safe in the dark

Big money makes the decisions, big money owns all the 
gods
And I can't help but laugh at the puzzled expression 
when i say I won't give to the cause.

Is it any wonder that our spirits cry - Is it wonder 
something inside us dies, 
when we sanitize every sacred thing?

Paved over meadows for strip malls, or misguided 
notions of bliss
saying "How can you need more than this?"

Five thousand years of repression, five thousand years 
of the lie
And I can't help but hoping as I'm watching the 
changes, that maybe we're watching it die

Maybe a storm cloud is coming or maybe it's just a soft 
rain
and I don't have the answers but every bone in my body 
is laughing or crying or screaming for change!

Is it any wonder that our spirits cry
Is it wonder – when we sanitize
Every sacred thing