fighting through the jungle i see thorns and sticks and weeds hacking every stump i cross, running from my own misdeeds we torched his evil garden and we created paradise we said that nothing mattered, indulge in it's delights but we still got trees have some empathy want to fall to my knees and plead happy days, they come and then the blues come falling down we can't have what we want, and we want it right now look at that money man, posing like a king if the mask came off that man, he'd be shaking in his sleep but we still got trees have some empathy want to fall to my knees and plead what if you had to watch your life go up in flames would you run back in the place to save the sinners and the saints cause you can take the easy way and live a fruitful life or you can take the dirty way and die broke and lean and tired but we still got trees have some empathy want to fall to my knees and plead e ae e ae b7 a e ...