Flash of the breast on the big screen, but no penetration or spark
Cut the claw from the tiger, de-fang the cobra so we can feel safe in the dark
Big money makes the decisions, big money owns all the gods
And i can't help but laugh at the puzzled expression when i say i won't give to the cause.
Is it any wonder that our spirits cry - is it wonder something inside us dies,
When we sanitize every sacred thing?
Paved over meadows for strip malls, or misguided notions of bliss
And i point to the universe shaking their shoulders, saying "how can you need more than this?"
Five thousand years of repression, five thousand years of the lie
And i can't help but hoping as i'm watching the changes, that maybe we're watching it die
Maybe a storm cloud is coming or maybe it's just a soft rain
And i don't have the answers but every bone in my body is laughing or crying or screaming for change!
Is it any wonder that our spirits cry
Is it wonder - when we sanitize
Every sacred thing
