Pretty Houses

Down by the marsh,
In the woods across the street
you know where we used to go
As children to meet
On the way up to the city,
The green moss and trees
Were white noise to my eyes,
Blurred in my window
and on my knees
This is a sadness fueled
By a sickness because as I growed,
The woods were all chopped down
For lawns to be mowed,
And to house all the people
from their clean city homes,
They cut down all the forests with
Nothing new to grow
And on the great dirt lots
Flattened with machines,
They built up pretty houses
All perfect and clean...
Little houses, pretty houses
that all look the same,
Built for not enough money,
Sold for loans and shame
Little houses,
Pretty houses
That break at the seems,
Clear cutting forests
And rewriting dreams
All the bushes that grew berries
For me and the crows
trampled down by big machines
Carrying heavy loads
When I look at all the houses
And the duplex model homes,
I just see all the woods that
Done there used to grow
All the forest spirits died
and they built houses on their graves,
And they're laying down parking lots
Overtop their remains
City people moving in,
And changing the country towns
they're pouring sidewalks in
Where flowers were once found
for the...
Little houses,
Pretty houses,
That all look the same
built for not enough money,
Sold for loans and shame
Little houses,
Pretty houses
That break at the seems,
Clear cutting forests
And rewriting dreams
And the people, city people,
That came from away,
Took all our forests for backyards to play
They brought strip malls, expensive restaurants,
And new food chains, and
told us our lifestyle needed to change
Now there's people,
So many people,
Driving their cars,
Where we used to stargaze at the moon and mars
I don't have the money
To fund the new things,
The clear cutting forests
Hits you in the change
And now we drive by
all the new, expensive homes,
That house all the people who
At us throw stones
From their...
Little houses,
Pretty houses,
That all look the same
built for not enough money,
Sold for loans and shame
Little houses
pretty houses
That break at the seems,
Clear cutting forests
and rewriting dreams
So the houses,
All the houses that all look the same
are pushing us out farther
Where no one knows our names
And our houses that
Were our houses for
Generations before,
Are sold off to get bulldosed
So they can build more...
Little houses
pretty houses,
That all look the same
built for not enough money,
Sold for loans and shame
Little houses,
Pretty houses
That break at the seems,
Clear cutting forests
And rewriting dreams