Here come the toxic spills
They won't be there for long
I was talking to my neighbor
When this place looks like a moonscape
It makes mountains into molehills
Miners poking all around

I'll just hop a cloud and I'm coming right back down here
Don't say I didn't warn ya

And sell them to California
At night he's in my garbage cans

Money, money, money

He's getting so bold but no one wants to shoot him
Those crazy crows always making a commotion

This land is home to me
He's out of whack with nature
And look how far his weapons reach
Used to be as trusting as Cochise
I feel like Geronimo
To make genius of this tragedy unfolding
Back to this heavenly bliss"
They're gonna tear 'em down
He's got a right to roam this land
The genius to save this place

Big money kicks the wide, wide world around
He said, "When I get to heaven, if it is not like this
Give us all the courage and the grace
Black bear in the orchard
Money makes the trees come down
But the white eyes lies
You see those lovely hills
Spirit of the water