TreeHouse!

Lyrics

Last night I had a dream
The world had cured all its suffering
No more wars, no more disease
No casualties or tragedies

A perfect paradise
Opened up right before my eyes
The people finally realized
All the fighting kept us from the prize

And I don’t wanna be
The one to read the eulogy
In this procession
Slaves to our possessions

And I don’t wanna see
The ones I love
To have to struggle for a living
When It’s our own graves we’re digging

Let us rise and say

Don't wanna work in the field no more
Mama said it’s part of the daily chore
I work all my bones to the very core
It’s a Grave Situation

Don't wanna fight for the Man no more
Don’t even know what I’m fighting for
They’ll Bury the world just to win the war
It’s a grave situation

Last night I had a dream
Now I see its a reality
And now I know how it could be
If we all work collectively
Toward a perfect paradise
Where no one has to pay the tithe
And no one has to give their life
Or work the late shift through the night

And I don’t wanna be
The one to read the eulogy
In this procession
Slaves to our possessions

And I don’t wanna see
The ones I love
To have to struggle for a living
When It’s our own graves we’re digging

Let us bow our heads and pray

Don't wanna work in the field no more
Mama said it’s part of the daily chore
I work all my bones to the very core
It’s a Grave Situation

Don't wanna fight for the Man no more
I don’t even know what I’m fighting for
They’ll Bury the world just to win the war
It’s a Grave Situation