They poisoned my sweet waters
cut down my green trees
the food they feed my children is
the cause of their disease
my world is slowly fallen down
and the air not good to breath
and those of us who care enough
have to do something, Dad, what you
gonna do about me
I’m working in your factories, I study
in your schools, I fill your
penitentiaries and your military too
and though you may be stronger
now my time will surely come
around cause you keep adding to
my numbers and shut out people down
Dad, what you gonna do about me
what about me, Dad, what ya
gonna do about me I ain’t looking
for no more trouble but…
And I feel like a stranger
in the land where I was born,
and I live like an outlaw and I am
always on the run