Did the sun bleach the brown from your eyes?
Air-conditioned the ozone, now we fry
Through the smoke and tar I opened my eyes
Ignoring the cancer that we buy
When the dust cleared I opened my eyes
And I felt the heat as it comes around
In this industrial bayshore zone
We do what we do, man, we're killing me off

It's just a cloud, a cloud
That can't be heard or seen
Have I touched it, have I smelled or felt it,
Have I tasted the experience yet?
It's just a cloud, a cloud
But it's toting the hottest early summer's rain
I never saw or felt or touched or tasted
Anything but the bitter taste of hopelessness
And I'm getting pissed!

It's just a stream, a stream
A discharge my eyes can't see
While I was swimming in the water fatal
Oh fuck, I ate the fish
It's just a stream, a stream
It won't flow away, go to Zion and see
How the flowers that grow beside the towers
Would run if their roots weren't shackled in cement

And the press simply dictates who can be trusted
With the ridiculous responsibility of nuclear stuff
Teaching United States trust
Building reactors on fault lines
Pumping discharge into Lake Michigan
They give us Cobalt 60, Cesium 137 for food...

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Writer(s): James Broustis