Lyrics:br br Roof Over Their Headsbr br The roof was under repair at the institutebr Leaving the brightest minds unprotectedbr The committee was getting a little nervousbr So they sent chainsaw killers out br Into the forest to make a killingbr But the marked off victim saidbr “Hey what’s this got to do with mebr Are you trying to make a coffin out of my skinbr Because I’ve got someone living up herebr So they started craning their necks to look up therebr But metal cans rained down and smashed their faces,br Their noses so damaged they would never againbr Get a photographer shootbr Which left the magazine company without a lot of moneybr br br The advertisers are being a little aggressivebr In their push to get the tree knocked downbr So here comes the national guard replaced br By the robotic slaves of the next great tech magnate’s sonbr The tree files an official request but it’s rejectedbr By the pencil pushers who are salivating at its corpse br While the town appointed pastor is drawing up the crossesbr That’ll be made out of itbr And be forcibly be placed in people’s yardsbr By the supreme court who is in need br Of some nice wooden chairs br That need to be polished every daybr Or so in order for their robes not to get too dirtybr br br Otherwise people wouldn’t take them all seriouslybr Especially when they’re nervous br Which happens quite a large percentage of the timebr But that’s only a problembr When they’re hearing the important casesbr Like when the lumberjacks were hacking at the treebr And it hurled some slur at them br About being some sort of uneducated country hicksbr And they responded that they’d sue the treebr For everything it hasbr The leaves are being repossessed by br The men with plastic bagsbr Who gather them up andbr Light them on firebr As if that’s the best they can dobr To keep the residents up all hours of the nightbr br br The most bitter of them carved their lover’s namebr Into the tree who saw it andbr Immediately dumped him in the ravinebr With the pile of bricks promising themselvesbr To go clean up the place laterbr But it turned into a shooting rangebr And one of the more disturbed winged br The tree a couple of timesbr They can’t be blamed too much for it thoughbr Since they’d had a rough time at home br Ever since their seed collection let loose in the valleybr And the locusts ate up their beets and radishbr br br The manicure salesman told the tree br It would make it look a little betterbr And make all the necessary repairsbr But when they were done the tree was missingbr A few of its items and felt a little barebr When the cold breeze blew through br In the dead of winter br And the snow pummeled its surfacebr It begged for a jacket andbr Grew a rash that the bugs br That’d just immigrated from Japanbr In a business man’s bag took to moving inbr And taking advantage of the open soresbr As burrows because everyone needs br A roof over their headsbr br br Since the sun has punched and kickedbr Its way through the atmosphere br That got burned up by private jetsbr Shooting like missiles into the skybr Polluting even space with their discarded junkbr That rotates above usbr