Old man bristlecone, please hear my plea:Draw from your wealth of knowledge from the last ten centuriesHelp me to tell my brothers and my sisters tooWe've got to save our planet - and here's what we've got to doWe've got to: Manage our resources, protect our atmosphere Leave a planet for our children like the man of yesteryear YesteryearI don't see how they do it - rape our mother and her skiesAll in the name of money and feed us with a pack of liesI want to swim in the ocean and make castles in the sandNot swim in all this garbage - people you've got to understandWe've got to: Manage our resources, protect our atmosphere Leave a planet for our children like the man of yesteryear YesteryearThis is a simple song from a simple manIt brings a simple message - a message with a simple planWe've got to clean up our oceans, we've got to clean up our skiesWe've got to make corporations open up their fucking eyesWe've got to: Manage our resources, protect our atmosphere Leave a planet for our children like the man of yesteryear Yesteryear