Tripod – Trees lyrics

Scod: The trees are dying
I'd hate to be a tree in this new century
The trees are crying
I'd hate to have what's done to a tree done to me
Cos they cut them down and turn them into wood
Yon: They rape entire forests for the corporate good
Gatesy: A million awful things are done to trees
But worst of all (Worst of all)
All: Trees get chained to hippies
Trees get chained to hippies
Free the trees!
Scod: I'd rather have a squirrel store his nuts in me
Help! I'm chained up to a hippy.
Free the trees
Smoking dope right near me
Free the trees
Not offering me any
Free the trees
Playing bongos badly
Free the trees
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Free the trees, free the trees, free the trees
Have I made my point quite clearly?
Am I labouring it now?

I think I'd rather be Ikea furniture
I'd definately rather be cigarette papers