MUSIC FOR SALE

You were given a planet, green and clean
Crystal clear air, water like a dream
Then you came running like a pack of hungry hounds
Tearing your share, not caring what came down

You think you have the right to take it all?
Who gave that right? No bribe can buy it, not at all

This is your home, cut open by a knife
Killing the very thing that gave you life
You cut, you burn, you poison, you mine
You melt it down and leave nothing behind
Today it's oil, tomorrow it's gold
Your kids will beg for clean air and water to hold

Someone cuts the trees, someone builds a plant
Never stopping, never asking, never giving a chance
You won't stop yourselves, so the earth will make you stop
You forgot how fragile you really are

You think you have the right to take it all?
Who gave that right? No bribe can buy it, not at all

This is your home, cut open by a knife
Killing the very thing that gave you life
You cut, you burn, you poison, you mine
You melt it down and leave nothing behind
Today it's oil, tomorrow it's gold
Your kids will beg for clean air and water to hold

You hunt the deer, the leopard, the last of their kind
Call it a trophy — hypocrites, it's just a kill
No hunger, no need, just death on the wall
A trophy wall so you'd remember it all

You think you have the right to take it all?
Who gave that right? No bribe can buy it, not at all


THIS IS YOUR HOME, CUT OPEN BY A KNIFE
KILLING THE VERY THING THAT GAVE YOU LIFE
YOU CUT, YOU BURN, YOU POISON, YOU MINE
YOU MELT IT DOWN AND LEAVE NOTHING BEHIND
TODAY IT'S OIL, TOMORROW IT'S GOLD
YOUR KIDS WILL BEG FOR CLEAN AIR AND WATER TO HOLD