Mr.G

Skies turning foreign,
A breath that is foreign to breathe.
Pushing me closer,
The soil I smell as my grave.

There's much to recover ,
A game where we can't drop the ball.
We kick, push, and shove her ,
The scoreboard is telling it all.

Count down the mission,
To cut down the trees, Mr. G, G, G,
Count down the mission,
Forever for me, Mr. G, G, G.

Nickel and diming,
And smiles might win their campaign.
I watch television,
Which side do I choose to believe?

I reach out my hands to pray,
I listen for what you might say,
I'm not so sure that I will ever learn.

Everyone's spilling their seed,
I'll trade you my greed for some peace,
Plant a tree the children want to breathe,
Plant a tree the children want to breathe.

Count down the mission,
To cut down the trees, Mr. G, G, G,
Count down the mission,
Forever for me, Mr. G, G, G.

©1991