TV we get calls on the phone
By the prophets of doom they
The planet is dying and there´s no
This fear what we feed on is
And it don´t make you right
it just keep you in the dark
I don´t want to live angry
I don´t want to live scared
I don´t need no more prophets crying
Just put some work in my hand
And give me a dollar to spare
And don´t let me sow those seed
Well this earth is a graveyard
it will swallow our bones
It was here long before us it will
And it´s a vain generation
Don´t you think we could make
Yeah, the air could be cleaner
and the water could be too
But what we do to each other are
the worst things that we do
And we can treasure our freedoms
But God speed the day when
I don´t want to live angry
I don´t want to live scared
Just put some work in my hand
And give me a dollar to spare
And don´t let me sow those seeds