Concrete Country

In Concrete Country the people run wild Belly of a beast, eyes like a child The skyline's grinning silhouette Chews as much as it can get The highway begins its crawl Through the maze of urban sprawl Pausing once for an ambulance howl Then carrying forth in rubber growl Where do you find yourself in the forest or the street? What makes a person choose to turn themselves to green? Build it up and tear it down Searching for a broken crown The wilderness ain't really what it seems This is Concrete Country This is Concrete Country Coyote earns a living wage Like she's done through every age Picking up where she can And running free across the land Down alleyways and avenues Creatures walk with eyes on you But as the crows fly out at dawn They see your face and then they're gone Where do you find yourself in the forest or the street? What makes a person choose to turn themselves to green? Build it up and tear it down Searching for a broken crown The wilderness ain't really what it seems This is Concrete Country This is Concrete Country And what of all the others who Who keep the peace and form the glue What good will the money make If we live for human's sake? Where do you find yourself in the forest or the street? What makes a person choose to turn themselves to green? Build it up and tear it down Searching for a broken crown The wilderness ain't really what it seems If you build it up and you tear it down And if you find that broken crown Will the wilderness be really what you need? This is Concrete Country