"Yellowstone Help, Wait No"

Hey Mr. Yellowstone all tucked in the ground
Hey Wakey, wakey with that high lonesome sound
For standing above you are a whole bunch of turds
Consumers in droves gathered in herds
Moving at will while choking the Earth
You could do better with your size and your girth
Could you please help, and open our eyes
To truth from the ground, and to truth from the skies
Up here we're worried about trivial things
Money and material and the joy that they bring
I think you could change that with a few of your rocks
Knocking mankind right out of his socks
If you could just hic up then maybe we'd see
The incredible beauty of fresh air to breathe
The economy will suffer, and yes we'll lose jobs
But maybe we'd see that we've all become snobs
Hell of thing to have to ask for your help
Like a dog in a ice pond, a dog and its yelp
No other course, no other way
Throw us a line with with the fire that you spray
Please show our rich folks what their money can buy
As your pyroclastic flow they find with their eyes
Maybe you could change us and the lives that we live
With all of the dust and fire you can give
Wait... No I am just kidding please stay where you are
We may be gone, but not yet that far
You'll do your thing with the pressure past due
A disaster of disasters, you rob the sky of all blue
What power you have, the power to change
Limitless strength, limitless range
Human beings like dialogue about a trivial world
There ain't nothing trivial about a mountainside hurled
Damn it please help!... no stay where you are
I'm so confused about this place that we are