From the album Hallowed Ground

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Wasteful Children
Words and music by:
Roger Drawdy
Copyright 2007

Lyrics

Wasteful children drown in all the things they’ve spilled out on the ground.
They never know until the gavel sounds... they’re guilty by omission.
And likewise Mr. Corporation plays with the lives of all the people he enslaves.
He’d cut down all the Trees to build a box for his own grave and his children.

Oh Man, look where we are
The tower that we built, now is falling
Oh Man, see how far we’ve come.
It’s time to turn around…

Danger lurking in the past, springs out on forgetful ones just like a cat
And we’re never quite prepared for the attack until we’ve all been bitten.

Oh Man, look where we are
The tower that we built, now has fallen
Oh Man, see how far we’ve come.
It’s time to turn around…

The steward of the land looks on and cries,
while the garbage men destroy it all before his eyes.
The world that he envisioned will surely die without intervention.

Oh man, look at the clock...
the hours slip away if we don’t listen.
Oh man, it’s time to stop and turn around.