Guerrilla Nature

Who will buy this wonderful morning?

I’m so high I swear I could fly.

Who will tie it up in a ribbon,

And put it in a box for me?

Who would dare to even try?

Those who care know,

That they could never buy,

The air that we breathe,

So why does the planet cry?

Plants and animals prematurely die,

For you and I to keep what we think we need,

Convinced by cheap marketing schemes,

Conceived by ego driven desires,

Inspired by the greed of the allegedly pious,

Hired by each of us Unwittingly,

We stand by while our habitat bleeds,

Wasting so much that we can’t even see,

The trees for the flames that burn ever higher,

Supporting the fame-driven culture we’re caught in,

Vultures reporting only to fiendish liars.

Who will buy this wonderful morning?

I’m so high I swear I could fly.

Who will tie it up in a ribbon,

And put it in a box for me?

Individuals hide behind a guise of identity,

None of us are free whilst we’re slaves to money,

So the liberty is fake – It’s not what we’ve got,

It’s what we take – And humility is what we break,

It would be an insult to snakes,

To compare. Who’s aware?

It’s funny but it’s not,

We’ve paved paradise and what have we got?

Just another parking lot, It must be time to stop!

Look, listen, as the sun glistens,

Flip the script, before it gets so hot,

We make hell on Earth,

We could create heaven,

But the time to decide is the present,

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,

Twist the plot or watch it rot,

Can’t be long until our chance is gone.

Who will buy this wonderful morning?

I’m so high I swear I could fly.

Who will tie it up in a ribbon,

And put it in a box for me?

Who will buy this wonderful morning?

Sky so bright, I ever did see,

Me, oh my, I don’t want to lose it,

So what am I to do to keep this sky so blue?

There must be someone who will buy.

Who will buy this wonderful morning?

I’m so high I swear I could fly.

Who will tie it up in a ribbon,

And put it in a box for me?

Who will buy this wonderful morning?

I’m so high I swear I could fly.

Who will tie it up in a ribbon,

And put it in a box for me?

Who will buy this wonderful morning?

I’m so high I swear I could fly.

Who will tie it up in a ribbon,

And put it in a box for me?

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