Lyrics Mountaintop - Gangstagrass, Brandi Hart, TOMASIA

Mountaintop

Tall city-slicker with a lie to sell
Comin' up in here where I dwell
Now I’m livin' in a bombed-out shell
Took my heaven and they built a hell
('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)
Ruination day at hand
Poison water and a back-room plan
Bought and sold my native land
There once was a mountain where I stand
('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)
You don’t know my face
You don’t know my name
I talk different than you and I don’t look the same
I speak in circles to back up my claim
I will rob you blind;
rape, pillage, and maim
Yo, I’m so connected and it goes so far
Pollution so bad it’ll rot your car
Not to mention your brain and lungs
'Til your future is a song that remains unsung
Hey hey, fi-diddle-day
The luscious green is now dead and gray
Hi hi, fi-diddle-die
Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky
Particulate mercury, lead, arsenic
Your whole family’s sick, miners buried in a ditch
from hollow valley filled
Toxic by-products making you ill
There’s a coal-burning plant on the horizon
Life expectancy falls and profits risin'
Money pays legislators, they do us favors
Now you got a brain tumor
So do five of your neighbors
Hey hey, fi-diddle-day
The luscious green is now dead and gray
Hi hi, fi-diddle-die
Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky
Let the picket lines get blurred
Let the prophet’s soul get slurred
Profit ain’t no dirty word
But what he said ain’t what I heard
('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)
Seduce the man and bribe the press
All in the name of «progress»
You double-talk, I second-guess
You get more and I get less
('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)
Bust your union to crush your will
Take all of the jobs as we go in for the kill
Blast the mountain where there would be a windmill
Blow it all to smithereens 'til there’s just rubble on a hill
Loud sound effects, mad birth defects
Jobs you never see we use as a pretext
When it rains it’ll flood, bury your home in mud
Ain’t no love
Carcinogens in your blood
Hey hey, fi-diddle-day
The luscious green is now dead and gray
Hi hi, fi-diddle-die
Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky
Grassroots movement just might shut us down
We gotta stop them before they run us outta town
Listen to the chants, see the people, hear the sound
Guess like a windmill what goes around comes around
Hey hey, fi-diddle-day
The luscious green is now dead and gray
Hi hi, fi-diddle-die
Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky