Mother, when the water breathes in cold Mother, when the shoreline's painted red Do you still claim your hold Mother, why would we infect the sea And mother don't you think That things are tough enough for me Mother, why do you insist on drought Mother, there's a world to rape And I've got my work cut out I don't need your help To make things tough So, mother, take your hand out Of my pocket if you like it Well enough Mother, there's a hole above our heads I'm the one who put it there And I'm the one who'll shake the beds We're spinning On frayed and thinning thread Oh, yeah Or at least I've read Mother, when you waste a million trees Well isn't it ironic How we've learned To do the same striptease We've employed the amazon full time And you, you're burning holes in Yellowstone And no one makes a dime Mother, I don't get how you make out Someone's got to have it all And someone's got to do without We're spinning On a frail and thinning doubt Oh ooh (Well but is that turning I'll be?) Ooh yeah (Oh must do make then a speak) And I feel left out I do, I do M is for the murder of the forests O is for the oceans black with foam T is for the truth that never happens in our lives H is for the harm we do ourselves When we are left alone E is for the everyman who wonders How I can affect something so obviously overblown? R is for the reason We've fought throughout the seasons Mother, there's a hole above our heads I'm the one who put it there And I'm the one who'll shake the beds We're spinning On a frayed and thinning thread Ooh (Mother, there's a hole above our heads) Mother, there's a hole above our heads I'm the one who put it there And I'm the one who'll shake the beds We're spinning On a frayed and thinning thread Oh ooh (Well but is that turning it I'll be?) Ooh yeah (Oh must do make then a speak) Or at least I've read Mother Mother