I hear the screaming of the chain saw
Branches will fall today
Branches are falling somewhere
Somewhere down the parking lot canyons
Somewhere in the architect canyons
The buildings are jealous of the trees
They're always cutting them up
The trees are eager to please
They drive the buildings crazy
Like talking to a brick wall
The buildings block their ears
They hum in supersonic frequencies
A summons to the chainsaw men
Surprised, the trees fall to bits
In the night, the buildings cry
The other trees say There there
The buildings tell them to fuck off