Texty: Live. Mothe 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

Were born to work and born to die
I have chosen my anthem of these I am proud
Portraits of a divided crowd

Talk to me, talk to me now