The gra** grows, a prairie A wilderness across a continent And we take it We clear it out and make it In our image The backyards, the driveways The covered wagons rushing Through the high planes The motels on the canyon They make a second nature And what was it for, this country The farms and the blood across a prairie The nation we become as we build a second nature No, no, no No, no, no No, no, no No, no, no The rivers run and parking lots the endless endless fields and cities We make them, replace them with our dreams of the future And what was it for, the swimming pools The highways, the ballgames in the dusk On the battlefield A time we were so foolish and so young No, no, no No, no, no No no no No no no No no no no no no no no No no no No no no The gra** grows, we take it We want it It's second nature to us