From the recording mother earth
Written in 1998 and recorded at Studio on Demand
Lyrics
Old fallen trees, hear the deep jungle screams
Wailing cut me, burn me, split me, rip me
Down to the mills leavin’ holes on the hills
Cryin’ scar me, wound me, take me, rape me
Once that their gone and no place is left virgin
What befalls our Mother Earth
Each passing day it becomes that more urgent
We need help on Mother Earth
Out on the sea floats the muck and debris
You can see it, smell it, snag it, gag it
Up from below on a hook or in tow
Come the bounty, booty, DDT’s in sushi
Once nothings pure and no place remains virgin
What befalls our Mother Earth
Each passing day it becomes that more urgent
We need help on Mother Earth
Look at the signs that are laid out before us
The changin’ face of Mother Earth
All that’s extinct in the past should implore us
When it comes to Mother Earth
Know the price of what it’s worth
High in the clouds like a gathering shroud
Waits the sulfides, dioxides, monoxides worldwide
Mixed with the rain falls the cold mark of Cane
On the blood kin, old men, children, amen
Once nothings pure and no place remains virgin
What befalls our Mother Earth
Each passing day it becomes that more urgent
We need help on Mother Earth
Look at the signs that are laid out before us
The changing face of Mother Earth
All that’s extinct in the past should implore us
When it comes to Mother Earth
We need help on Mother Earth
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