Acid Rain

Acid rain is not a problem, said the businessmen
But all the fish are belly up and floating round
And there's nothing growing from the ground
Just ask Farmer Brown

On the corner are some activists with picket signs
They want the factories to stop their filthy ways
But the government says it's okay
It'll go away
Any day

Acid rain is up my nose and in my eyes
Poison fish, polluted skies
It makes my flowers die
Acid rain will fade your car and kill your grass
Still the President is kissing...babies
Acid Rain