Lyrics:

Mother, when the water breathes in cold
Mother, when the shoreline's painted red
Do you still claim your hold
Mother, why would we infect the sea and
Mother, don't you think that things are tough enough for me
Mother, why do you insist on drought
Mother, there's a world to rape and I've got my work cut out
I don't need your help to make things tough
So Mother take your hand out of my pocket
If you like it well enough

Mother, there's a hole above our heads
I'm the one who put it there and
I'm the one who'll shake the beds
We're spinning on a frayed and thinning thread
Oh, oh, or at least I've read

Mother, when you waste a million trees
Well, isn't it ironic how
We've learned to do the same striptease
We've employed the Amazon full time, and
You, you're burning holes in Yellowstone
And no one makes a dime

Mother, I don't get how you make out
Someone's got to have it all and
Someone's got to do without
We're spinning on a frayed and thinning doubt
Oh, oh, and I feel left out

M is for the murder of the forests
O is for the oceans black with foam
T is for the truth that never happens in our lives
H is for the harm we do ourselves when we are left alone
E is for the everyman who wonders
how I can affect something so obviously overblown
R is for the reason we've fought throughout the seasons

Mother there's a hole above our heads
I'm the one who put it there and
I'm the one who'll shake the beds
We're spinning on a frayed an thinning thread
Oh, oh

Mother there's a hole above our heads
I'm the one who put it there and
I'm the one who'll shake the beds
We're spinning on a frayed and thinning thread
Oh, oh, or at least I've read
Mother
Mother