I've heard them call progress a positive thing
I'm not so sure it's true
To maim and rape our precious land
Is what it seems to do
"Necessity's daughter," they say.  Indeed!
Don't think me such a fool
At least two traps for each advance
I'd say that that is the rule

Now we are ashamed of our naked beauty
Feel the same about the earth
We clothe her in slabs of dead cement
Pour asphalt across her girth
We hate the earth, which gave us birth
We show it every day
We spite our God with Earth's demise
While laughing our days away

Now, we have earned our consequence,
Too late, we realize.
A businessmen runs off with a laugh,
The two-faced man of lies,
"At last, at last, with nature dead,
This earth belongs to me"
No, it has not come to pass,
But, will you let it be?