We dont own this place, though we act as if we did,
Its a loan from the children of our childrens kids
The actual owners havent even been born yet

Bur we never tend the garden and rarely we pay the rent,
Some of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
Put it all on plastic and I wonder where well be when the bills hit

We can run,
But we cant hide from it
Of all possible worlds,
We only got one:
We gotta ride on it
Whatever weve done,
Well never get far from what we leave behind,
Baby, we can run, run, run, but we cant hide
Oh no, we cant hide

Im dumpin my trash in your back yard
Makin certain you dont notice really isnt so hard
Youre so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them

Well, its oil for the rich and babies for the poor,
We got everyone believin that more is more,
If a reckoning comes, maybe we will know what to do then

All these complications seem to leave no choice,
I heard the tongues of billion speak with just one voice,
Saying, just leave all the rest to me,
I need it worse than you, you see
And then I heard
The sound of one child crying

Today I went walking in the amber wind,
Theres a hole in the sky where the light pours in
I remembered the days when I wasnt afraid of the sunshine

But now it beats down on the asphalt land
Like a hammering blow from gods left hand
What little still grows cringes in the shade like a bad vine