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No Indian Cry (Used To It) (click for MP3 file)

I put my trash in the trash can.
Won’t make no Indian cry.
Next day, it’s gone, so it must be okay.
Somewhere it’s piled up high.

The only rule that is always true in Nature is this:
You defile your environment every day you exist.

A 1968 Beetle?
Must be some kind of a joke.
The guy who drives it tells me not to eat meat, and then,
Drives off in billows of smoke.

The only rule that is always true in Nature is this:
You defile your environment every day you exist.

We're only yeast in human form, and as long as we're around,
We're like a fungus that's building up, even while it's tearing down.
All our work to avert extinction only decelerates.
We can never bring it to a halt; we can't cheat our fate!

But I'm recycling bottles.
I'm riding trains and not cars.
And I accept a certain rate of decay,
So I can play my guitar!

The only rule that is always true in Nature is this:
You defile your environment every day you exist.
This was never meant to be called “Make An Indian Cry,” in spite of the title shown on the LP jacket.