Timber, Timber

T-I-M-B-E-R, T-I-M-B-E-R, T-I-M-B-E-R Better watch your head The woodsman shouts, "THERE'S DANGER" To the walking DEAD The ax is laid to the root of the tree And that includes both you and me Trees falling everywhere Scuny here, scurry there Trying to salvage what is good In institutions, government and neighborhoods It look likes salvage As nature twists and turns Its heat, water, wind and fire, Furnishes wood for its eternal urn The eternal flame is being fueled As human beings fight and duel Over the salvage Let it lay Let it lay, The earth must consume And cleanse and begin Anew T-I-M-B-E-R, T-1-M-B-E-R, T-I-M-B-E-R, Where is your tree And just how is the root connected to me? I shake and tremble Because you're so nearby I feel I'm being consumed By the ax, and then the fire What did I do To deserve all this? I hid my roots in the ands It never occurred to me that I was to be HUMAN I just wanted to protect my tree Now what is wrong with that? Self preservation is the law of life I protect my children and wife. But your roots are hid in the sand Earth did not bring them forth For you to claim The tree is really upside down The leaves whistle and shake As the winds howl And the earth belches And you are disposed.