Walking
[Chorus:]
Walking down the street
I’m talking but you don’t hear me speak
Stuck up in your driving seat
You’re making my world deplete

Oh yeah, I see you, although your window’s tinted
Driving that combustion engine
Making the ozone diminish
I wish this invention wasn’t so deadly
Pollution may not quickly kill me, but it sure is smelly
And the city is ugly, not to mention smoggy
I suggest you give up commuting, go out and lobby
Your Congress to pass
Regulations to test, inspect car emissions, and implement alternatives to gas
‘Cause cars are a mothafuckin’ scam
And if I’m missing all of a sudden
It’s ‘cause I’m messing up their program
And measuring up to no man
So I won’t stand for this conspiracy
Where government paves the land according to the plans of corporate industry
Woven together intricately
But my hands are empty
Because in order to survive to own a ride is a necessity
Our demise approaches inevitably
Over motors revving, my cries are deafening
Let’s shift gears, you’ll hear me out eventually
Otherwise fossil fuels burn endlessly
Which isn’t thinking sensibly
We’re going to have to change
I’m saying, immediately

[Chorus repeats]

Mommy, I don’t wanna die from monoxide poisoning
Second hand smoke kills, and so does oil, obviously
Comparatively, you’re inhaling less tar more directly with a cigarette
With a car you better not let it idle inside for 10 minutes, can you figure yet?
That if to enclose the smoke of burnt benzene equals death
Then to let it out into the earth is very threatening to our health
Because something is logically there
Blocking the air from passing into the space, it’s called the atmosphere
Keeping that nasty stuff here
So hear me, Mr. President
Whether your administration acknowledges the hole in the ozone is irrelevant
You’d better hope that some of the smoke is escaping
Or else our globe will continually fill until we’re all choking, suffocating
Gasping, I’m asking, what is the point of a big oil business
When years from now your ancestors will be murdered because they did this?
And not by me and my future generations
But by your own factories because you lack these persuasive rationalizations
And base your decisions only what you see
Well visualize your children’s eyes feeling stinging sensations because they can’t see
Through the pollution without using goggles
Lungs filling with air you can’t breathe coming straight from throttles
I swear, it’s all part of the master plan to sell oxygen in bottles
There was a time when water was free but now you’ve got to
Buy it, refine it, make it clean so you can drink it
‘Cause pollution makes acid rain from mountain springs
To underground streams and to our fountains and sinks
And to our lips, yeah
So I’ll get far without a car, taking my steps

These feet was made for walkin’
And that’s what they gonna do
Yo, one day these feet are gonna walk all over you