Mother Earth Is A Vicious Crowd

Pollution, Cain, and misery

Oceans of golden mystery

Armies boisterious and armies loud

Portraits of a vicious crowd



Talk to me

Talke to me now

Hey man, you're all that I have



Me, myself, myself and I

Were born to work and born to die

I have chosen my anthems

Of these I am proud

Portraits of a divided crowd



Talk to me

Talk to me now