Paroles de My Planet Is Dead

Hang them from the trees now that they tried to kill Make them swallow oil now until their bodies turn still Radiate their children so they might understand This type of economics runs deeper than the bank Oh Well, Well, Well, My Planet’s Dead I taste the radiation on the tip of my tongue See it in my children who are feral animals Deformed like little monsters, They cannot walk or talk at all If I tried to call them human You would tell me I was wrong Oh Well, Well, Well, My Planet’s Dead Dead like my great grandmother Dead like the middle class Dead like the America Dream Dead like Whitman’s Grass So baby sleep while you can cos soon you’re gonna Sleep in Hell This man he thinks he’s god now That life is his to take Let him fall to the lions and let Mother Nature show her place Or karma better act now, and humble this poor man, Cos if not I’ma get to him and kill the -- With my bare hands Oh Well, Well, Well, My Planet’s Dead