Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
We've grown accustomed to your fate.
We almost make your life begin.
We've grown accustomed to the loons that
cackle night and noon.
Your bugs, your slugs,
Your smells, your sounds
Are sacred nature to us now;
Like building homes and building inns.
We were serenly independent and content before we met
Surely we could always be that way again-
And yet
We've grown accustomed to the trees;
Accustomed to the birds;
Protective of their fate.
[Spoken]
"Rape nature?" What an infantile idea. What a heartless,
wicked, brainless thing to say.
Who but we can protect the animals from the comet.
Who but we can protect Earth's wee creatures from the coming age of ice?.
Who but we can protect the wee vile creatures from themselves?
Mankind-so-kind, that's who, and let's not forget it.
[Sung]
But we are a most forgiving kind;
The sort who never could, ever would,
Take a position and staunchly never budge.
A most forgiving kind.
But, If the green freaks beg please,
And even crawl upon on their knees
And promise to atone;
Let them shiver, let them moan;
We'll slam the door and let the pussycats freeze!
[Spoken]
"Enviornmental kooks!"
I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face
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