Trees Lyrics

The trees are dying.
I'd hate to be a tree in this new century.
The trees are crying.
I'd hate to have whats down to a tree done to me.

Cause they cut them down, and turn them into wood.
They rape entire forests for the corporate good.
A billion awful things are done trees.
But worst of all (Worst of all)
Trees get chained to hippies.
Trees get chained to hippies.
(Free the trees!)
I'd rather have a squirell store his nuts in me.
Help! I'm chained up to a hippie!
(Free the trees)
Smokin' dope right near me!
(Free the trees)
Not a friendly Annie(?)
(Free the trees)
Playin' Bongo's badly.

Whoa-whoa-whoa!

Oh, If I fall in the forest, noones gonna hear me but these fuckin' hippies.
You know, I'd rather be a table. I think I'd rather be woodchips, I'd rather be ciggarette papers thats for sure.
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah come on. Free the trees, free the trees, free the trees.
I've made my point quite clearly.
Am I laboring it now(?)