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I live on an angry planet, amidst the crowds and the endless noise |
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In the debris of the broken families and the cracks in the grand designs |
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And all the angry gods are back, gathering strength as the continents collide |
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Some live by the bloody sword and die by the bloody sword, some by beauty and desire |
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I live in the shadow of the great volcano, I live by the good soil and the fire |
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And of course I know that the days are numbered but we will go down to the wire |
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And the pressure moves the mountains, seven billion and counting |
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As the monkey tribes advance across the bleak terrain |
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All sown with seed of mono-culture, wind and rain and revolution coming, |
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But we know it isn't personal - we just live on an angry planet |
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They say that we're all kings and queens in the new world except for those who aren't |
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They say we can follow our dreams to the very top of the tree except for those who can't |
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They say that the meek shall inherit the earth except that they shan't |
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And the pressure moves the mountains, seven billion and counting |
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As the monkey tribes advance, all in a rush of blood, the jet stream blowing |
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High above the zombie hordes all banging war drums, raising flags |
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As the pressure moves the mountains, seven billion now and counting |
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As the monkey tribes advance across the ruined land |
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All sown with seed of mono-culture, war and rain and revolution coming |
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But I know it isn't personal - I just live on an angry planet |
