Can you feel the manmade mist
As it starts to twist your lungs?
Slower than guns

Breathe deep
As you enter sleep
Fell secure it's all around you

Can you see the golden brown
As it circles round your town
Town coming down

Smokin' stacks on industry's backs
In this land of a cigarette pack
Feel secure they're all around you

Miles and miles of gasoline fumes
In the air like transparent tombs
Feel secure they're all around you

DDT making bugs relax
They're in your food like poison tacks
How about that

Eat well they're all within you
Town coming down