Ghost Mice - Bloomington, IN lyrics

I live on an island In the middle of the sea That's filled of hungry sharks That like to eat people like me It's been called a utopia And a punk rock paradise My island isn't perfect But my island's pretty nice And I can ride my bicycle Anywhere I wanna go I can ride it to the health foods Store I can ride it to the show And all I gotta deal with is A stupid SUV filled with future Yuppies who try to run me Off the streets And I know I'm not alone There's lots of good people here That make it a nice place to call home And I know I'm not alone We'll all fight the good fight Till we make this place our own Tree City, USA It's what the signs all say But it seems like they're cutting Down more each and every day Now they're trying to tell us We need a new interstate Trees don't mean nothing When there's money to be made And when I was a young boy Some evil factory Polluted all the water with A lot of PCBs They never got it cleaned up And I doubt it can be done And I bet they'll still be laying There for many years to come But I know I'm not alone There's lots of good people here That make it a nice place to call home But I know I'm not alone We'll all fight the good fight Till we make this place our own And I wish this college would Just shrivel up and die And even though I sing it Well I know that that's a lie If it wasn't for the college Well I wouldn't be here I'd be working at the Cemetery down in Louisville And I know I'm not alone There's lots of good people here That make it a nice place to call home And I know I'm not alone We'll all fight the good fight Till we make this place our own