Ciudad Ciclista

Driving across America

We cut down trees and we plow down hills
To increase our motor skills
We’re driving across America

Refineries can’t match the pace
As we fill the space between each place
We’re driving across America

Someday my friend
This all will end
And it will never be here again

We’ve all been spoiled by the cheap oil
We sucked it dry beneath the soil
We’re driving across American

There is no way we will be saved
The whole country has been paved
We’re driving across America

Someday my friend
This all will end
And they will never be here again

One thought prevails as we hit the trails
We’d rather move like snails than ride the rails
We’re driving across America

(c)2005 KD Murphy

(En homenaje a J. H. Kunstler)

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