Swimming in a swimming hole

That used to be a quarry


Where you could get a job pulling rocks out the ground

But that's another story.

Sitting in the shade with a friend back then

When we could spend a day

Away from the suburban developments

And the urban decay.

People moving out of the city

Sprawl and they all want more room

Than they need my friend says to me

I think those trees are doomed.



They'll take everything they want from the earth

Till they can't take anymore

Then they'll split and make some money off it

It's strangely like a war.

Money is blood caked on a wall

A reminder of that moment

Suffering turned to value

And profit was made from pain.



And they'll call it property

The land gets bought and sold

Trading around the commons

Like a dump truck full of gold.

They don't care about the birds there,

Or the plants and trees and bugs

They don't care about the people

Who don't care to make them some bucks

I wish I could go back there

Swim with my friends and all

But I can't go swim there

'Cause they made it a shopping mall



And they might call it development

But it starts with destruction.

You try to stop it feds get up in your shit

That's just how their machine functions.

I wish I could go back there and

Breathe the wild air

I say enjoy the good old days right now

Because it only gets worse from here.

Makes me want to go back in time.

Makes me want to go back in time.

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