They say Mother Earth is dying
I don't see it quite that way
As she spits out massive hurricanes
To wash us all away
And as she starts to tire
Of parasitic man
She’ll rattle up some earthquakes
To grind us into sand
And when the magma flows
Across the terra floor
She'll orbit gently laughing
'Til we are all no more, ’til we are all no more
Life fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Life fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Life fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Life fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
Life fleas on the back of a dog
(Fleas on the back of a dog)
Eventually we'll be shaken off
(Ah, shaken off)
They say Mother Earth is dying
I don't see it quite that way
As she spits out massive hurricanes
To wash us all away
Like fleas
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
