Green Disease - Pearl Jam

It’s a disease, and they’re all green

It emanates from their being

A satiation with occupation

And like weeds with big leaves

Stealing light from what’s beneath

Where they have more

Still they take more

I know, then I don’t

There’s a stowaway with my throat

It’s deceiving

I don’t believe him

We can scream out our doors

Behind the wall a fat man snores

In his dreams he’s

Choking tea leaves

Well I guess

There’s nothing wrong with what you say

But don’t sell me

«There can’t be better ways»

Tell the captain

«The boat’s not safe,

And we’re drowning»

Turns out

He’s the one making waves

I said

There’s nothing wrong with what you say

Believe me

Just asking you to sway

No white

Or black

Just grey

Can you feel this

World with your heart and not your brain … brain?

G-R-E-E-D (x2)