the systems of life hum accordingly    every day, every year, every century    but, everywhere humans go things get worse    can't you tell through the smoke in the dirty city    the jungle was once a tranquil hideaway    for the kind of trees and the mountains themselves    but man those things sell a million dollars a pound    cut them up, dry them out, good display for the shelves    why can't we just leave them alone?       who is the animal?    who is that dangerous beast?    why were the other ones made?    i know it wasn't just for our feast       and now they're down to 250 lone souls    they're a breed of a losing generation it seems    the killers are ourselves so you know who to blame    it was man with his plan and his frightening greed    i don't think we'll ever leave them alone