Powerlines runnin' through the branches on the street
City cuts 'em down, nature never wins
Hell gets its fury when God gets His piece
Get your hands off me
Hey
I'm just a tree
Swayin' in the wind of personality
Get your hands off me
Hey
I'm just a man
Who lost his roots because he got the hand
See that mansion on the hill
I burn it down every day in my brain
Officer, please, I didn't know
Anybody lived inside, or so I'm told
Get your hands off me
Hey
I'm just a tree
Swayed by the whispers on the wind
Get your hands off me
Hey
I'm just a man
With a baby and a pistol in my hand
It's quite quaint here, with a tiny view
Wish I could get on the telephone and talk to you
It's not better, this spinnin' mind
The bullets and the blood I made for you
Get your hands off me
Hey
I'm just a tree
Cut down by society
Get your hands off me
Hey
I'm just a man
A father and a husband of this land
A father and a husband of this land
A father and a husband of this land
A father and a husband of this land
