I’m standing here, looking up three hundred feet
Standing here looking at two thousand years
Standing here, wondering how many like me, have stood here looking at this very tree
Probably, the oldest living being I will ever meet
So much more than ass-wipe and magazines
So much more than a victory to be cut down
I’m standing here, looking at a two thousand acre farm
The top soil is all but gone, there are pesticide run-off ponds
And the aquifer is all dried up, depleted beyond repair....
Soon to be pipelining water from the great lakes of Canada to there
But here were too distracted to care and we’ve got better things to riot about
(Hockey games and MC hammer)
I’m driving down eight lanes in a midnight semi truck parade
Weaving through trailers packed with green tomatoes and ethylene gas, wonder bread and weapons
Just passed another army base
But I will just drive by I am now desensitized
To California’s roadside
I’m standing here, looking up three hundred feet
Standing here looking at two thousand years
Standing here, wondering how many like me, have stood here looking at the final three percent
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