by David Ezell
CHORUS I
Stuff, stuff, stuff, nothin’ but stuff.
Stuff, stuff, stuff, is there such a thing as having enough?
Grow, grow, grow, always have to grow.
Can’t we ever just let life come with a nat’ral easy flow?
VERSE I
Bulldozing houses, burning food,
Crushing cars, for what kind of good?
For some to do well, must others do without?
This picture’s so crazy, it makes me want to shout!
CHORUS II
More, more, more, always needing more,
To keep things moving must we go to the store?
New, new, new, everything has to be new.
New, new, new, can what we have now ever do?
VERSE (Instrumental)
CHORUS II
VERSE II
Strip-mined mountains, radioactive waste,
Smaller icecap, pavement ev’rywhere,
Rising seas, disappearing habitat,
Species no longer here, does anyone care?
CHORUS I
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