The Ostrich

We'll call you when you're six years old

And drag you to the factory

To train your brain for eighteen years

With promise of security

But then you're free

And forty years you waste to chase the dollar sign

So you may die in Florida

At the pleasant age of sixty nine

The water's getting hard to drink

We've mangled up the country side

The air will choke you when you breathe

We're all committing suicide

But it's alright

It's progress folks keep pushin' till your body rots

Will strip the earth of all it's green

And then divide her into parking lots

But there's nothing you and I can do

You and I are only two

What's right and wrong is hard to say

Forget about it for today

We'll stick our heads into the sand

Just pretend that all is grand

And hope that everything turns out okay

But there's nothing you and I can do

You and I are only two

What's right and wrong is hard to say

Forget about it for today

We'll stick our heads into the sand

Just pretend that all is grand

And hope that everything turns out okay

You're free to speak your mind my friend

As long as you agree with me

Don't criticize the fatherland

Or those who shape your destiny

'Cause if you do

You'll lose your job, your mind and all the friends you knew

We'll send out all our boys in blue

They'll find a way to silence you

But there's nothing you and I can do

You and I are only two

What's right and wrong is hard to say

Forget about it for today

We'll stick our heads into the sand

Just pretend that all is grand

And hope that everything turns out okay