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
Were born to work and born to die
I have chosen my anthems
Of them I am proud
Portraits of a divided crowd

Talk to me, talk to me now