Bad Dreams

The cats are in the flower bed

A red hawk rides the sky

I guess I should be happy

Just to be alive



But we have poisoned everything

And oblivious to it all

The cell phone zombies babble

Through the shopping malls



While condors fall from Indian skies

Whales beach and die in sand

Bad dreams are good

In the great plan



You cannot be trusted

Do you even know you're lying

It's dangerous to kid yourself

You go deaf and dumb and blind



You take with such entitlement

You give bad attitude

You have no grace

No empathy, no gratitude



You have no sense of consequence

Oh, my head is in my hands

Bad dreams are good

In the great plan



Before that altering apple

We were one with everything

No sense of self and other

No self-consciousness



But now we have to grapple

With our man-made world backfiring

Keeping one eye on our brother's

Deadly selfishness



Everyone's a victim

Nobody's hands are clean

There's so very little left of wild Eden Earth

So near the jaws of our machines



We live in these electric scabs

These lesions once were lakes

No one knows how to shoulder the blame

Or learn from past mistakes



So who will come to save the day

Mighty Mouse, Superman?

Bad dreams are good

In the great plan