Hear The Earth
Evolution, the revolution,
That life makes you see,
Going toward a more perfect union,
But is it democracy?
At first it's smooth sailing,
And then your boat will sink,
But even staying sober,
You're still capsized in the drink.
Taken to the cleaners,
To remove the stains that you don't need,
So get your shirt back quickly,
Before it's allowed to breed.
Born like my ancestors,
They all came and they all went,
Spending time in dark, cold caves,
But not paying any rent.
I hear the earth,
Calling the pleasure and pain of all,
What is this dual meaning?
Of this totally mixed up call?
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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