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Perfect World

  1993

All the water blue, all the sky blue

While mommies sit and watch their children play

Trees and Leaves green, all the air clean

As daddies leave to make their money for the day

 

Animals were free, everybody free

Inexistent war, no side to pick or choose

Everyone could eat and had somewhere to sleep

Nothing racial, no genocidal news

 

But with a hammer and some nails

From this perfect world we build our own cell

 

Where every thing is black as we drown in our disease

And we climb our mountains of trash beyond out acid-rained out trees

And we’ll live and live goes on in this perfect world we plan

We carve and still complain, but who else can we blame

It’s created by the hand of man

 

Mother Earth forgive me, there’s truth in what I seek

I tried to find the real world, and hated every thing around

Oh Great Spirit hear me, the truth is what I seek

I tried to find my real self, and hated everything I found

With all that stands in front of me, no reason to these why’s

The only truth that I can see

How do I make a bigger lie

 

Where everything is black as we drown in our disease

And we climb our mountains of trash beyond our acid rained out trees

But we live and life goes on in this perfect world we plan

To carve and still complain, but who else do we blame

It’s created by the hand of man

     I was in a very tree hugging mood, mad at all of the people for hurting our planet then complaing about it. Cant have it both ways.

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