Fck Yer Lawns

I fell asleep watching Planet Earth and dreamt about the end times There was only jellyfish and no one left to tell me to appreciate it The earth is not your mother, or your keeper, or your lover She didn't ask for any of this She doesn't owe you shit Fuck your lawns, plant a garden Fuck your landscape, fuck a handshake You can't make me sing, the earth is crying It's me who's gonna die And she will be fine How many times does David Attenborough have to put a special out? Will you watch it in your Tesla with a sirloin in your mouth? And I could wax poetic about all beauty of the forest But before us was primordial hell so let's just cue the chorus Fuck your lawns, plant a garden Fuck your landscape, fuck a handshake You can't make me sing, the earth is crying It's me who's gonna die And she will be fine And It's not armageddon, no, it's slow but it's getting worse Waters rise from high rises, you can bet who perishes first Tell Thomas Malthus he can suck it, he's a fucking classist prick Scarcity's a lie we're fed so we don't eat the rich Fuck your lawns, plant a garden Fuck your landscape, fuck a handshake There's no compromising, oceans rising Fuck your profits, we're fucking dying Forests reborn from the ashes Mother earth won't kiss our asses We can try or we can die, she won't wonder why And she will be fine (Fuck)