They say Mother Earth is dying I don't see it quite that way As she spits out massive hurricanes To wash us all away
And as she starts to tire Of parasitic man She'll rattle up some earthquakes To grind us into sand And when the magma flows Across the terra floor She'll orbit gently laughing 'Til we are all no more, 'til we are all no more
Life fleas on the back of a dog Eventually we'll be shaken off Life fleas on the back of a dog Eventually we'll be shaken off
Life fleas on the back of a dog Eventually we'll be shaken off Life fleas on the back of a dog Eventually we'll be shaken off Life fleas on the back of a dog Eventually we'll be shaken off
They say Mother Earth is dying I don't see it quite that way As she spits out massive hurricanes To wash us all away Like fleasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
