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

Course 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 on 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 boats not safe and we’re drowning»

Turns out he’s the one making waves…

Waves…

Waves…

Well, I said there’s nothing wrong with what you say

Believe me, I’m just asking you to sway

No white, or black, just grey

Can you feel this

World with your heart and not your brain?