Tale of the Grass People

The beginning of the tale is the hardest to tell
You remember very well when the empire of the world fell
Signal was flashed into outer space
Said Please Help us put a hero on the way

We're a civilization under the gun
Oil gushing pushing population to the limit
Sun burning our backs
The skin on our face
Too many doctors too many patients
We got no way to escape
So they say every day on the television
Or the radio.
The old radiation radio

The grass people they bow their heads before the wind
Yah yah yah yah
Yah yah yah
Yah yah yah yah
Yah yah yah yah
Yah yah

You know there are those of us
Our only mission is to tell
And will remain until the last one of us is choked down by the smell
Of the souls in the jail...
High as they die

And the mothers and the sisters
Cry
Why is my brother and my son fallen under the gun
Hacking, tack him up
High on a cross in the sun
Bearing,Tearing wearing away
At his skin and his bones

No way of escape
So they say
From this dangerous zone

Grass people know the answer
They bow their heads before the wind

The thronging masses make their way to Wall street
Crying
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the cash
Gimme the cash
Come on
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Come on

We sing
Bury me in the cold ground
Plant a seed above my head
Everything is risen from the jungles
Everything we see must fall eventually into the sea

Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the cash
Come on
Gimme the cash
Come on

Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the big bucks
Gimme the cash
Come on

Bury me in the cold ground
Plant a seed above my head
Everything is risen from the jungles
Everything fall into the sea

One morning on the last patch of dew
On the last patch of grass
The clouds opened
And there was a great light
And the sound of many voices

AAAAAAA -aaaaaaahhhhhh
AAAAAAA -aaaaaaahhhhhh

AAAAAAA -aaaaaaahhhhhh
AAAAAAA -aaaaaaahhhhhh

You are a living light
Reality's a dream
Life is a circle
Consciousness a stream

You are a living light
Reality's a dream
Life is a circle
Consciousness a stream

Water every garden
All your blessings flow
The earth she is your mother
Every mother knows

You are a living light
You are a living light

The grass people they bow their heads before the wind
And the great storm blew across and through and over them
And around them and beneath and with them
And because of them
And they are
Free at last