This land is your land, this land is my land

From Love Canal to Three Mile Island

From the Livermore labs to the offshore rigs

This land was made for you and me



As I was walking the strip mined valley

Into the city, the piss-soaked alley

I felt kinda sickly, kinda Love-Canal-ly

This land was made or you and me



This land is your land, this land is my land

But tell the truth, man it's call the landlord's land

Wants money in his hand, or he'll call the policeman

This land was made for you and me



This land is your land (well, it's not MY land)

This land is my land (it was once the Indian's land)

From California (where they got smog, man)

To the New York Island (you'll get mugged or murdered)

From the Redwood Forrest (pool decks and patio furniture)

To the Gulf Stream water (hold your nose)

This land was made for you and me



You ask how we can do this to Woody, man

We know he'd understand and mourn the poison land

With head held in dismay at Prince William's death-bay

Our fondest respects to mister G!