it might be rude to scream   but i get so pissed   all your space gets sucked away   becomes their junkyard mist      the country is shrinking   everyone's breeding   like rats in a cage   we're strangled and scared      could we just take care   of each other could we   just take care      could we see beyond   the pasture of childhood rage   and minimum wage   could we see beyond this   pasture your country   was built on slaves      driving down and out of chicago   i'm looking for the highway   and i look around   and oh my goddess   what have we done   past the jewel osco pass the bus   spewing black air all over   this black neighborhood   mainly it's bars and fast food   fast fast food cheap poison      oh my goddess   what have we done   what have my fathers   done to my brothers   what have our leaders   led us into   what have we chosen   fast asleep in racist baths   that keep people powerless   polluted and poor   scrubbed clean of their gods   oh my goddess goodness   where are we now      I'd bang down your billboards   suck nourish from this rusty   i'd send those streams   to wash it clean   make everything wet   and lusty      i want the loggers   to be cast away   i want to let   the mantises pray   i want the loggers   to be cast away   i just wanna play      don't sell me your junkyard   don't package my death   i need the earth for my feet   and the wind for my breath