My Planet Is Dead

Hang them from the trees now that they tried to kill

Make them swallow oil now until their bodies turn still

Radiate their children so they might understand

This type of economics runs deeper than the bank

Oh well, well, well, my planet's dead

I taste the radiation on the tip of my tongue

See it in my children who are feral animals

Deformed like little monsters

They cannot walk or talk at all

If I tried to call them human

You would tell me I was wrong

Oh well, well, well, my planet's dead

Dead like my great grandmother

Dead like the middle class

Dead like the America dream

Dead like Whitman’s grass

So baby sleep while you can cos soon you’re gonna

Sleep in Hell

This man he thinks he’s god now

That life is his to take

Let him fall to the lions and let Mother Nature show her place

Or karma better act now, and humble this poor man

'Cause if not I'mma get to him and kill the

With my bare hands

Oh well, well, well, my planet's dead