Lyrics:
Roof Over Their Heads
The roof was under repair at the institute
Leaving the brightest minds unprotected
The committee was getting a little nervous
So they sent chainsaw killers out
Into the forest to make a killing
But the marked off victim said
“Hey what’s this got to do with me
Are you trying to make a coffin out of my skin
Because I’ve got someone living up here
So they started craning their necks to look up there
But metal cans rained down and smashed their faces,
Their noses so damaged they would never again
Get a photographer shoot
Which left the magazine company without a lot of money
The advertisers are being a little aggressive
In their push to get the tree knocked down
So here comes the national guard replaced
By the robotic slaves of the next great tech magnate’s son
The tree files an official request but it’s rejected
By the pencil pushers who are salivating at its corpse
While the town appointed pastor is drawing up the crosses
That’ll be made out of it
And be forcibly be placed in people’s yards
By the supreme court who is in need
Of some nice wooden chairs
That need to be polished every day
Or so in order for their robes not to get too dirty
Otherwise people wouldn’t take them all seriously
Especially when they’re nervous
Which happens quite a large percentage of the time
But that’s only a problem
When they’re hearing the important cases
Like when the lumberjacks were hacking at the tree
And it hurled some slur at them
About being some sort of uneducated country hicks
And they responded that they’d sue the tree
For everything it has
The leaves are being repossessed by
The men with plastic bags
Who gather them up and
Light them on fire
As if that’s the best they can do
To keep the residents up all hours of the night
The most bitter of them carved their lover’s name
Into the tree who saw it and
Immediately dumped him in the ravine
With the pile of bricks promising themselves
To go clean up the place later
But it turned into a shooting range
And one of the more disturbed winged
The tree a couple of times
They can’t be blamed too much for it though
Since they’d had a rough time at home
Ever since their seed collection let loose in the valley
And the locusts ate up their beets and radish
The manicure salesman told the tree
It would make it look a little better
And make all the necessary repairs
But when they were done the tree was missing
A few of its items and felt a little bare
When the cold breeze blew through
In the dead of winter
And the snow pummeled its surface
It begged for a jacket and
Grew a rash that the bugs
That’d just immigrated from Japan
In a business man’s bag took to moving in
And taking advantage of the open sores
As burrows because everyone needs
A roof over their heads
Since the sun has punched and kicked
Its way through the atmosphere
That got burned up by private jets
Shooting like missiles into the sky
Polluting even space with their discarded junk
That rotates above us
