Trees Same Old Song Remains The Same
As I look out over this beautiful land
I follow my eyes up to the bright blue sky
I think to myself when all this goes
that'll be the day that I want to die
From where I stand I see a devastated land
devastation of an entire Nation
The line is drawn and its all clear cut
the damage is done with one last chop
The engines roar as the cars roll by
and I just want to die
I'm just singing the same old song
its going, its going, its Gone
I'm just SICK of the Same Old Song
As I look out over this beautiful land
I throw my arms up at the bright blue sky
I know in my heart when all this goes
that'll be the day that I want to die
but until the day I lay my body to rest
I'll put my life and death to the test
and fight for this Land for which I stand
right down to my very last breath.
