| You can plant a garden, eat some calamari
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| And give the earth back to the jellyfish we started from
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| New Orleans, Haiti, Bahamas
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| Obama’s mobsters ash cigars on our garages
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| It’s like Chuck D meets Charles Darwin
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| Sparkin' bar for bar on a park bench in Orange
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| We set ways in space for the Martians
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| And pour a little oil out for my dead lobsters
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| Scientists gargle jargon about how air got more lead in there than oxygen
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| To a congress that doesn’t acknowledge
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| Cause they’re in the wallets of monster conglomerates
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| Got for carbon, far respect your pardon
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| Wastin' up garbage, defeat the ones starvin'
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| for carbon, greenhouse exhaustion
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| New fangled energy vs. modern economics
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| You can almost smell the carcass
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| Bones growing weaker, heart pumping harder
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| Storms more often, summers getting warmer
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| GMOs and toxins cockblock farmers
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| Went to the market to cop something processed
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| Every other product got a cancer written on it
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| When tree falls and there’s no more forests
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| The measure reading climate using yardsticks
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| In a hybrid with a bitch gettin' carsick
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| Started like George Carlin on Johnny Carson
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| I told her «Darlin', home is where the heart is.»
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| Nothin' lasts forever except… water bottles!
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| for carbon, million man martians
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| Hot-headed sergeants that call world progress
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| Train men to kill with foreign objects
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| No big contract oil drilling prospects
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| Wanna leave but the borders are guarded like moled in the wall of my apartment,
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| catharsis
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| Now they’re vaccinating kindergarteners
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| Tree farms have chemicals that wind up in our drinking water
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| We’re ruining the land we stole
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| But you don’t feel responsible
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| But you don’t feel responsible
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| So let the next of kin pay our carbon toll |