These mean streets are ruled

by the automobile

Not by anything

that can think or feel

Gas-guzzling monsters

roar past my house

Don't get in the way

if you're a cat or a mouse

You don't stand a chance

if you are alive

Make way for more pavement

'cause folks gotta drive!

Drive to the mall

for a magazine

Drive to the bar

to check out the scene

Drive just to drive

for something to do

Drive to the drive-in

Drive to the zoo

Drive-through banks

Drive-through fast food

Drive through Wilderness

Check out my ride dude!

You're driving me crazy

There's nowhere to run

I think I'll drive somewhere

And buy me a gun

Go wild with road-rage

Take back these mean streets

Force everyone

To take to their feets

Tear up all the pavement

With giant machines

Bring back the farmland

Turn blacktop to green

Pile all the cars

Into the Berkeley Pit

How many millions

Do you think would fit?

Then I'll go on outside

Take a breath of fresh air

Now listen you bastards!

It's quiet out there!

You can hear the rain

Instead of roaring trucks -

How to make it last

Is really the crux

So cap all the wells

Leave the oil in the ground

Burn the Winnebagos

Love that crackling sound!

Sab the lawn-mowers

Sink the jet-skis

Bury the dirt-bikes

Smash the ORVs

Crumple the Harleys

Flatten the SUVs...

It's shock-treatment therapy

For consumption disease!