Mother Earth Is A Vicious Crowd کے بول

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 We're 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