Mother Earth Is A Vicious Crowd

Pollution, Cain and misery
Oceans of golden mystery
Armies boisterous and armies loud
Portraits of a vicious crowd
Talk to me, talk 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 them I am proud
Portraits of a divided crowd
Talk to me, talk to me now