Trees 歌词

The trees are dying. I'd hate to be a tree in this new century. The trees are crying. I'd hate to have whats down to a tree done to me. 'Cause they cut them down, and turn them into wood. They rape entire forests for the corporate good. A million awful things are done trees. But worst of all... (Worst of all) Trees get chained to hippies. Trees get chained to hippies. (Free the trees!) I'd rather have a squirell store his nuts in me. Help! I'm chained up to a hippie! (Free the trees) Smokin' dope right near me! (Free the trees) Not offering me any. (Free the trees) Playin' Bongo's badly.