So you cut all the tall trees down
You poisoned the eart and the sky
You've taken what's good from the ground
But you left precious little for me
You remember the flood and the fall
We remember the light on the hill
There should be enough for us all
But the dollar is driving us still
River runs red
Black rain falls
Dust in my hand
On my bleeding land
So we came and conquered and found
Riches of commons and kings
Who strangled and wrestled the ground
But they never put back anything
Now I'm trapped like a dog in a cage
Wherever the truth is pursued
It must be the curse of the age
What's taken is never renewed