Mother Earth Is A Vicious Crowd Lyrics

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 the die
I have chosen my anthems
Of these I am proud
Portraits of a divided crowd

Talk to me, talk to me now

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Songwriter(s): Chad David Taylor, Chad Alan Gracey, Patrick Dahlheimer, Edward Joel Kowalczyk
Copyright: Mucho Loco Music Ltd.
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