Hypnotic Clambake - Plan Green текст песни

Cows and farmers fill my mind
And I drive and leave the city behind
I can't stop got to get away from here
God has blown a big big bubble and the man
With his finger is looking for trouble
Before it pops
I got to get away from here

There's a land far from here where the water is clear
And the air that I breathe isn't just make believe
Wouldn't it be nice
If the trees had a say the plants got their way
Where no one has a plan
Where no one has a plan
Where no one has a plan
For green, green, green, green
For green, green, green, green

The sky is blue on the movie screen
The movie stops and the crowd gets mean
Except for Johnny, chewing on jelly beans
The birds all sing this sorrowful tune
Mr. Termite's eating the world's last broom
I can't stop crying got to get away from here

In seventy years I may not be here
But I'm not sure Hefty bags will last for eternity
Wouldn't it be nice
If the trees had a say, the plants got their way
Where no one has a plan
Where no one has a plan
Where no one has a plan
For green, green, green, green
For green, green, green, green
Best laid plans, and no man's land, and out of mind