Mountaintop - Gangstagrass, Brandi Hart, TOMASIA

Tall city-slicker with a lie to sell

Comin' up in here where I dwell

Now I’m livin' in a bombed-out shell

Took my heaven and they built a hell

('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)

Ruination day at hand

Poison water and a back-room plan

Bought and sold my native land

There once was a mountain where I stand

('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)

You don’t know my face

You don’t know my name

I talk different than you and I don’t look the same

I speak in circles to back up my claim

I will rob you blind;

rape, pillage, and maim

Yo, I’m so connected and it goes so far

Pollution so bad it’ll rot your car

Not to mention your brain and lungs

'Til your future is a song that remains unsung

Hey hey, fi-diddle-day

The luscious green is now dead and gray

Hi hi, fi-diddle-die

Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky

Particulate mercury, lead, arsenic

Your whole family’s sick, miners buried in a ditch

from hollow valley filled

Toxic by-products making you ill

There’s a coal-burning plant on the horizon

Life expectancy falls and profits risin'

Money pays legislators, they do us favors

Now you got a brain tumor

So do five of your neighbors

Hey hey, fi-diddle-day

The luscious green is now dead and gray

Hi hi, fi-diddle-die

Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky

Let the picket lines get blurred

Let the prophet’s soul get slurred

Profit ain’t no dirty word

But what he said ain’t what I heard

('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)

Seduce the man and bribe the press

All in the name of «progress»

You double-talk, I second-guess

You get more and I get less

('Til your future is a song that remains unsung)

Bust your union to crush your will

Take all of the jobs as we go in for the kill

Blast the mountain where there would be a windmill

Blow it all to smithereens 'til there’s just rubble on a hill

Loud sound effects, mad birth defects

Jobs you never see we use as a pretext

When it rains it’ll flood, bury your home in mud

Ain’t no love

Carcinogens in your blood

Hey hey, fi-diddle-day

The luscious green is now dead and gray

Hi hi, fi-diddle-die

Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky

Grassroots movement just might shut us down

We gotta stop them before they run us outta town

Listen to the chants, see the people, hear the sound

Guess like a windmill what goes around comes around

Hey hey, fi-diddle-day

The luscious green is now dead and gray

Hi hi, fi-diddle-die

Let’s trade these hills for an empty sky