Regimented to a fault
Silent our new forest grows
It takes in CO2 and stuff
But doesn't seem quite real enough
Treated, sprayed and canopied
To keep off acid rain, you see
Forgive me if I think it's strange
That it's geometrically arranged
There's a path near where I live
Leading up to a vandalised clearing
The London skyline chills my soul
Such power without feeling, leaves me screaming
Residents all up in arms
About an eco offshore farm
That makes electric from the wind
Guess they could plug the windbags in
Protestors clog the evening news
They say it spoils the bland flat view
Blocking the greenest thing they fear
You presume they relish dirty nuclear
Our bloated leaders sit in warmth
Dining out, signing deals without feeling
Save the rumble of their guts
This city's ripe for stealing, ripe for stealing
Let me hug you now - Scandinavian pine
Tell me all your secrets and I'll tell you mine
To the Gaia whole from a rootless man
There must be some room inbetween all their plans
From a dreaming soul to the unseen eyes
There must be some truth inbetween all their lies
To the Gaia, to the Gaia whole
The devil's in the detail, boys
Like who this logging firm employs
With dubious legality
Cheap labour to fell a tree
Long hours on the gang today
Breaking backs for pittance pay
Migrants freezing out of doors
Wondering what they came here for, what they came here for.
