Oporto-Madrid Blvd

Power lines runnin' through the branches on the street City cuts 'em down, nature never wins Hell gets its fury when God gets His piece Get your hands off me (hey) I'm just a tree Swayin' in the wind of personality Get your hands off me (hey) I'm just a man Who lost his roots because he got my hand See that mansion on the hill I burn it down every day in my brain Officer, please, I didn't know Anybody lived inside, or so I'm told Get your hands off me (hey) I'm just a tree Swayed by the whispers on the wind Get your hands off me (hey) I'm just a man With a baby and a pistol in my hand It's quite quaint here, with a tiny view Wish I could get on the telephone and talk to you It's not better, this spinnin' mind The bullets and blood I made for you Get your hands off me (hey) I'm just a tree Cut down by society Get your hands off me (hey) I'm just a man A father and a husband of this land A father and a husband of this land A father and a husband of this land A father and a husband of this land