Every Sacred Thing

Flash of the breast on the big screen, but no penetration 
or spark
Cut the claw from the tiger, de-fang the cobra so we can 
feel safe in the dark

Big money makes the decisions, big money owns all the gods
And i can't help but laugh at the puzzled expression when i
 say i won't give to the cause.

Is it any wonder that our spirits cry - is it wonder 
something inside us dies,
When we sanitize every sacred thing?

Paved over meadows for strip malls, or misguided notions of
 bliss
And i point to the universe shaking their shoulders, saying
 "how can you need more than this?"

Five thousand years of repression, five thousand years of 
the lie
And i can't help but hoping as i'm watching the changes, 
that maybe we're watching it die

Maybe a storm cloud is coming or maybe it's just a soft 
rain
And i don't have the answers but every bone in my body is 
laughing or crying or screaming for change!

Is it any wonder that our spirits cry
Is it wonder - when we sanitize
Every sacred thing