In this little song, I’m not saying something’s wrong
I’m not saying something’s right, I’m just trying to shed some light
On a word that most abuse, but I for one refuse
To assume that all there is was one time mine

From the great white pines when Chicago fell
Prudhoe Bay is now an oil well
The claim that’s made to advance our space
Must be ours, we’re the human race
Like an old coat left in some forgotten place
I’d like it back it’s mine

Even Webster says it’s so, the trees were meant to go
This land’s too wet, too unknown, only we deserve a home
Reclaim this, recover that, here’s a little fact
If it wasn’t yours before oil and boards, the word to use is theft


I’d like it back it’s mine