Sam Baardman

Lyrics

MONEY FROM THE WASTELAND - by Sam Baardman

The boys at the top are at it again
Like predator drones, they scan the terrain
Building a future no world could sustain
A natural order that’s all rearranged

They’ve put us aboard an unstoppable train
Can’t hold it off, or wish it away
A whole world to lose, and nothing to gain
These are the masters of legerdemain

Money from the wasteland
Hidden in the tar sands
I just don’t understand
Money from the wasteland

Engines and pistons shine in their eyes
This place was just empty until we arrived
Vicious extraction to get at the fuel
Fake reclamation without any rules

Pay off the locals, pretend that you care
Pay off the gods with the bodies of bears
Old growth is nothing but ledgers and lines
Harvest the boreal, laugh off the fines

Money from the wasteland
Hidden in the tar sands
I just don’t understand
Money from the wasteland

Money from the wasteland
Hidden in the tar sands
I just don’t understand
Money from the wasteland

I used to believe there was someone to fight
But now I can see that we’re losing the light
We’re crossing the shadow, and like the man said
The future has always had a price on its head

Money from the wasteland
Hidden in the tar sands
I just don’t understand
Money from the wasteland

Money from the wasteland
Hidden in the tar sands
I just don’t understand
How you can only see a wasteland

‘Cause the boreal, the muskeg, and the marshland
It’s never been a wasteland
The beautiful boreal, the muskeg, and the marshland
It’s never been a wasteland
The beautiful boreal, the muskeg, and the marshland
It’s never been a wasteland