the blue skies are turning brown

and trees fall without a sound

jets crashing through the sky

the big sun is burning high

the oceans are turning black

tuna nets are dolphin traps

oil spills near a garbage barge

it's dumping needles and hospital jars

close to the fires, and under a trance

the indians sang and said with their

dance

to take what you need and leave the rest

to take what you need and leave it alone

the landscape is full of holes

for private business or personal goals

nevada's testing the nuclear sin

designing wars that no one could win

the karma debts are out of control

they're bathing me inside my soul

beauty pageants with glamorous furs

can you believe what they once were?

but close to the fires, and under a

trance

the indians sang, and said with their

dance

to take what you need and leave the rest

to take what you need and leave it alone