What is this stuff that I breathe?
If it is air then I don’t care for it.
What is this stuff that I eat?
If it is meat then I don’t care for it.
What is this stuff that I drink?
If it is water then I don’t care for it.
What is this stuff that I see?
If it’s the world then I don’t care for it.
Because there’s toxic waste at the end of the garden
And it’s poisoned the fairies to death.
And the nuclear waste in the dustbin
Has corroded my mind to a point that is criminal.
And the seas are polluted
The beach is polluted
The rivers are polluted
My mind is polluted.
But the cares of the world
The love of the people
Has gone the way of the waste.
It’s out of the window
Rotting in the garden
Leaching its way into the earth.
But the point that annoys you
That fills your mind
It’s not death and destruction
But what’s on T.V. tonight.