Plastic leaves won't give you oxygen
But damn, do they look good
No matter what you feed them
It's alright
Who wants all that dirt from the outside
In such a clean place
If I fill myself with chemicals, chemicals
Will I forget the things I miss
Fool my senses with identical particles
Would that be bliss
Jennings Creek used to have foxes running free
Now people live in boxes
They can't sleep
But who wants all those noises in the night
In such a quiet place
Big sign says "get lost in the woods"
But they cut down the trees that used to live there
What kind, what kind of sick joke is that
Big time for progress
If I fill myself with chemicals, chemicals
Will I forget the things I miss
Fool my senses with identical particles
Would that be bliss
Would that be bliss
If I fill myself with chemicals, chemicals
Will I forget the things I miss
Fool my senses with identical particles
Would that be bliss
Would that be bliss
Would that be bliss
Would that be
