First World Problems

From the Album Sunocide: Volume Two
by Stone Age Time Machine

I told Rebekah it looked more and more, like our species is defective Miss Rebekah told me, on further scrutiny, mother nature has a corrective I said girl I'm lost, lonely ,and cold, dyin' like a newborn babe, She said, chin up boy, we'll be moving on, we've got a planet yet to save We're Mother Earth's Enema Mother Earth's Enema You may be Saturday's child with a mask upon your face You may be a fool in the finishing school, or just another sinner seeking grace You may be a golden child with a silver spoon stuck up there high Or a poor excuse of a man, your turn to be shit out of luck and die 'cause we're Mother Earth's Enema Mother Earth's Enema I told Rebekah I was getting tired, too tired to keep an erection And Rebekah told me, on further scrutiny, best go vote in this election When the tear gas clears, she said to me, when the tear gas blows away You're gonna want to cry, and let it all pass by, and find a safe space to pray Gonna fill you with Mother Earth's Enema Mother Earth's Enema Can't talk about you without talking about me, we're guilty of the past mistakes Been thinking a lot about more and more, while forgetting to apply the brakes When the trout stream flows clear again, when the rabbit learns to eat the hawk Gonna take a ride, to the countryside, my lovely Rebekah and I will talk We all just need Mother Earth's Enema Mother Earth's Enema
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