Here's to the grass that grows through the   cracks of the pavement on the street find the weakness   and defeat the concete   this is your'e mother calling, who you've abused and uprooted   chopped down, bruised, polluted, and used any way you've   suited      you know that book where that Tree   gives that spoiled little kid   damn near everything he needs   limbs, branches, and leaves   while i'm hear to decree now, that that Tree is me   but now I'm only just a stump!      this self fulfilling Profit Margin   got no way to stop enlarging   Monkeys will piss in the well   where they get there drinking water from   and not even notice the smell...      you say you wanna save the planet but you   know you're Mother's planned it so that   She's not the one who needs saving   so good luck with all of your paving   but you know that youi'll be sorry when I'm...      gone just like that little punk   who cut down my trunk and carved me up   and sailed away that day i admit i really wish he sunk   cuz don't forget in the end like destiny   he sat his ass on what was left of me   and sailed off int a strip mall sea   thinking, "Now where are my children gonna play?"      so here's to the grass tha's growing throught the cracks   and claim in the name of the Mother   the other side is fighting back   here's to the grass that's pushing up high   in that pace we used to call outside      you say you wanna save the planet but you   know you're Mother's planned it so that   She's not the one who needs saving   so good luck with all of your paving   but you know that youi'll be sorry when I'm...