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
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