Oh - what you gonna do about me...

 You poisoned our sweet waters and chopped down our green trees
 The food you sell my children is the cause of teir disease
 My world is slowly fallin' down and the air's not fit to breathe
 Those of us who care enough must [bad word] to be free.

 Oh - what you gonna do about me.

 I worked inside your factories -
 I studied in your schools
 I fill your penitentaries and your military too
 I feel the whole world tremblin' as the word is passed around
 If you stand up for what you believe in
 Then be prepared to get shot down.

 Oh - what you gonna do about me.

 I feel just like a stranger - blamed for things I've never done
 I'm livin' like an outlow - I'm always on [bad word] 

 Oh - what you gonna do about me.