the systems of life hum accordingly

every day, every year, every century

but, everywhere humans go things get worse

can't you tell through the smoke in the dirty city

the jungle was once a tranquil hideaway

for the kind of trees and the mountains themselves

but man those things sell a million dollars a pound

cut them up, dry them out, good display for the shelves

why can't we just leave them alone?



who is the animal?

who is that dangerous beast?

why were the other ones made?

i know it wasn't just for our feast



and now they're down to 250 lone souls

they're a breed of a losing generation it seems

the killers are ourselves so you know who to blame

it was man with his plan and his frightening greed

i don't think we'll ever leave them alone