Hanging out,at the local pub, The locals are giving,you the snub, But after you've had,a few brews, You don't care,if you make the evening news, Your money is as good,as theirs, You ain't a going to ,play their musical chairs, You will stay,till you've had your fill, Even if you've had,some beer to spill, Chorus That was techknowlogy,and progress to blame, The poor Mother Earth,would never be the same, They made lots of money,but lost the game, It started many years ago,with a tiny flame, Bridge You can even,come back again, Even tho,you never made a friend, You still have ,some money to spend, Its your way,not to bend, Sometimes its got you,into a bind, And its not like you,to be unkind, But some folks rub you,the wrong way, And that is an area,that is gray, Chorus+Bridge Well they know now,you'll have your say, Especially if someone,gets in your way, And your kind of quiet,but when you speak, People take notice,they thought you were meek, They say the meek,will inherit the earth, There might not be much left,for what its worth, When we're done with it,they will see, There will be just a burnt cinder,without a tree, Chorus
