Innocent days quaint in the country
With no idea of what was to come
When powerful men under false pretenses
Convinced us simple folk, to play along

Now doing their best to cash in a profit
Leaving little behind that we recognize
Their favorite word, I've heard is progress
But all we've seen here is the progression of lies

Not a single tree, have they left standing
Or fish in the lakes along running streams
And through it all they've had their hand in
Other people's pockets, sticky with greed

With the land cleared out they erected their buildings
Another angle at a slice of the pie
Between give and take they took our souls away
Leaving in their wake this barren waste of life

Innocent days quaint in the country
Are now far beyond long dead and gone
When power hungry men, under false pretenses
Convinced us simple folk to play along,
in their wicked game that's never done