Immigrant Song
So you can define a tree
From a forest if its near
But I cannot make you see
And my words you cannot hear
You destroyed a lilac grove
You’re a beast with no remorse
I don’t share your need to rove
You’re the effect with no cause
Now the Earth is yours forever
Make it flat, cut off the trees
Get your desert back, whatever
It may cost - I pay for this
Doc Tarr and Professor Feather
Offer jobs for naughty boys
Others can enjoy the weather
They may take it as their choice.
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