Fck Yer Lawns

I fell asleep watching Planet Earth and dreamt about the end times
There was only jellyfish and no one left to tell me to appreciate it
The earth is not your mother, or your keeper, or your lover
She didn't ask for any of this
She doesn't owe you shit

Fuck your lawns, plant a garden
Fuck your landscape, fuck a handshake
You can't make me sing, the earth is crying
It's me who's gonna die
And she will be fine

How many times does David Attenborough have to put a special out?
Will you watch it in your Tesla with a sirloin in your mouth?
And I could wax poetic about all beauty of the forest
But before us was primordial hell so let's just cue the chorus

Fuck your lawns, plant a garden
Fuck your landscape, fuck a handshake
You can't make me sing, the earth is crying
It's me who's gonna die
And she will be fine

And It's not armageddon, no, it's slow but it's getting worse
Waters rise from high rises, you can bet who perishes first
Tell Thomas Malthus he can suck it, he's a fucking classist prick
Scarcity's a lie we're fed so we don't eat the rich

Fuck your lawns, plant a garden
Fuck your landscape, fuck a handshake
There's no compromising, oceans rising
Fuck your profits, we're fucking dying
Forests reborn from the ashes
Mother earth won't kiss our asses
We can try or we can die, she won't wonder why
And she will be fine

(Fuck)