We the people, of the United States,
see nothing but an ugly place
We work day and night to give charm and grace
the most functional item wins first place
I'll chop a tree, to burn into a canoe.
That takes too long, I'll do better than you.
Friend, come along, where there's more than a few, hack them all down into 40 new pews
Even that's too pure, step out of my way!
I'll get control of these too-cold days
rest your blades, all we need is one little torch
think of the warmth we'll feel while this thing is scortched