First class ticket on a train that's insane I ain't too sure where the journey will end Power machines come to tear down my house but can ́t tear all my memories down Putting a booth where my home uses to stand widening highways force me out of my land tearing out trees that I climbed as a child you live your pocket every few miles. Turning my yard to a block of cement choking out nature with pavement and trucks Black clouds of smoke fill the air no repent you say It ́s progress and I think it sucks. Blinded by dollar sings. how can you see every thing this means to me What gives you the right to do what you want to don't I have the right to say my opinion don't I have a voice to vote for my future progress wields it's mighty words and cuts our planet apart Action, chain reaction, say what you gotta say nobody's listening to you anyway look out your window tell me what you see corporation spreading like a disease