Cigarette Trees

You piss in my boot a
And you tell me it’s rain
You smell like money
On land you reclaim
Top off that sludge pond
Run black through our sinks
Heavy on the corn when we
Fill up our drinks
Dig out our coal
Turn it into cash
Starve out our homelands
But keep your wallets fat
Shake down our houses
With your big old draglines
And bury our families
Deep in them mines
Why not plant cigarette trees?
They’d burn faster than
You’d log these
Fill up them valleys
Slurry them streams
But big ole king coal
Don’t you loose any sleep
Strip off her top
Knock her to her knees
Disgrace that big ole mountain
With your broad-form deed
Kill animal and human
Every plant and herb
You can’t help but leave th sky
So we can still flip
You the bird
What will we do
With no mountains to climb
Whn you disappear
And you shut down the mines
Pray God gives you mercy
In the place you should dwell
That you don’t burn like coal
When you’re sentenced to hell
Why not plant cigarette trees?
They’d burn faster than
You’d log these
Fill up them valleys
Slurry them streams
But big ole king coal
Don’t you loose any sleep