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
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, 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 fleas
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
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Like fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, 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 fleas
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Album: South of Reality
Come pulci. L'Umanità è una colonia di parassiti per la Madre Terra, che prima o poi se li scrollerà di dosso come un cane e a forza di uragani e terremoti.
A suo modo una canzone ambientalista che credo piacerà al nostro B.B. che da tempo appoggia l'estinzione umana eco-sostenibile.