Lyrics:<br /><br />Roof Over Their Heads<br /><br />The roof was under repair at the institute<br />Leaving the brightest minds unprotected<br />The committee was getting a little nervous<br />So they sent chainsaw killers out <br />Into the forest to make a killing<br />But the marked off victim said<br />“Hey what’s this got to do with me<br />Are you trying to make a coffin out of my skin<br />Because I’ve got someone living up here<br />So they started craning their necks to look up there<br />But metal cans rained down and smashed their faces,<br />Their noses so damaged they would never again<br />Get a photographer shoot<br />Which left the magazine company without a lot of money<br /><br /><br />The advertisers are being a little aggressive<br />In their push to get the tree knocked down<br />So here comes the national guard replaced <br />By the robotic slaves of the next great tech magnate’s son<br />The tree files an official request but it’s rejected<br />By the pencil pushers who are salivating at its corpse <br />While the town appointed pastor is drawing up the crosses<br />That’ll be made out of it<br />And be forcibly be placed in people’s yards<br />By the supreme court who is in need <br />Of some nice wooden chairs <br />That need to be polished every day<br />Or so in order for their robes not to get too dirty<br /><br /><br />Otherwise people wouldn’t take them all seriously<br />Especially when they’re nervous <br />Which happens quite a large percentage of the time<br />But that’s only a problem<br />When they’re hearing the important cases<br />Like when the lumberjacks were hacking at the tree<br />And it hurled some slur at them <br />About being some sort of uneducated country hicks<br />And they responded that they’d sue the tree<br />For everything it has<br />The leaves are being repossessed by <br />The men with plastic bags<br />Who gather them up and<br />Light them on fire<br />As if that’s the best they can do<br />To keep the residents up all hours of the night<br /><br /><br />The most bitter of them carved their lover’s name<br />Into the tree who saw it and<br />Immediately dumped him in the ravine<br />With the pile of bricks promising themselves<br />To go clean up the place later<br />But it turned into a shooting range<br />And one of the more disturbed winged <br />The tree a couple of times<br />They can’t be blamed too much for it though<br />Since they’d had a rough time at home <br />Ever since their seed collection let loose in the valley<br />And the locusts ate up their beets and radish<br /><br /><br />The manicure salesman told the tree <br />It would make it look a little better<br />And make all the necessary repairs<br />But when they were done the tree was missing<br />A few of its items and felt a little bare<br />When the cold breeze blew through <br />In the dead of winter <br />And the snow pummeled its surface<br />It begged for a jacket and<br />Grew a rash that the bugs <br />That’d just immigrated from Japan<br />In a business man’s bag took to moving in<br />And taking advantage of the open sores<br />As burrows because everyone needs <br />A roof over their heads<br /><br /><br />Since the sun has punched and kicked<br />Its way through the atmosphere <br />That got burned up by private jets<br />Shooting like missiles into the sky<br />Polluting even space with their discarded junk<br />That rotates above us<br />
