The Ostrich

We'll call you when you're six years old
 And drag you to the factory
 To train your brain for eighteen years
 With promise of security
 But then you're free
 And forty years you waste to chase the dollar sign
 So you may die in Florida
 At the pleasant age of sixty nine
 The water's getting hard to drink
 We've mangled up the country side
 The air will choke you when you breathe
 We're all committing suicide
 But it's alright
 It's progress folks keep pushin' till your body rots
 Will strip the earth of all it's green
 And then divide her into parking lots
 But there's nothing you and I can do
 You and I are only two
 What's right and wrong is hard to say
 Forget about it for today
 We'll stick our heads into the sand
 Just pretend that all is grand
 Then hope that everything turns out ok
 You're free to speak your mind my friend
 As long as you agree with me
 Don't criticize the father land
 Or those who shape your destiny
 'Cause if you do
 You'll lose your job your mind and all the friends you knew
 We'll send out all our boys in blue
 They'll find a way to silence you
 But there's nothing you and I can do
 You and I are only two
 What's right and wrong is hard to say
 Forget about it for today
 We'll stick our heads into the sand
 Just pretend that all is grand
 Then hope that everything turns out ok