Old man bristlecone, please hear my plea:Draw from
your wealth of knowledge from the last ten centuriesHelp
me to tell my brothers and my sisters tooWe've got
to save our planet - and here's what we've got to doWe've
got to: Manage our resources,
protect our atmosphere Leave a planet for our children
like the man of yesteryear YesteryearI don't see
how they do it - rape our mother and her skiesAll in
the name of money and feed us with a pack of liesI
want to swim in the ocean and make castles in the sandNot
swim in all this garbage - people you've got to understandWe've
got to: Manage our resources,
protect our atmosphere Leave a planet for our children
like the man of yesteryear YesteryearThis is a simple
song from a simple manIt brings a simple message -
a message with a simple planWe've got to clean up our
oceans, we've got to clean up our skiesWe've got to
make corporations open up their fucking eyesWe've got
to: Manage our resources,
protect our atmosphere Leave a planet for our children
like the man of yesteryear Yesteryear