We´ll call you when you´re six years old
And drag you to the factory
To train your brain for eighteen years
With promise of security
But then you´re free
And forty years you waste to chase the dollar sign
So you may die in Florida
At the pleasant age of sixty nine

The water´s getting hard to drink
We´ve mangled up the country side
The air will choke you when you breathe
We´re all committing suicide
But it´s alright
It´s progress folks keep pushin´ till your body rots
Will strip the earth of all it´s green
And then divide her into parking lots

But there´s nothing you and I can do
You and I are only two
What´s right and wrong is hard to say
Forget about it for today
We´ll stick our heads into the sand
Just pretend that all is grand
Then hope that everything turns out ok

You´re free to speak your mind my friend
As long as you agree with me
Don´t criticize the father land
Or those who shape your destiny
´Cause if you do
You´ll lose your job your mind and all the friends you knew
We´ll send out all our boys in blue
They´ll find a way to silence you

But there´s nothing you and I can do
You and I are only two
What´s right and wrong is hard to say
Forget about it for today
We´ll stick our heads into the sand
Just pretend that all is grand
Then hope that everything turns out ok