We're living on the fault line
'and we rarely seem to care
Until she let's us know again
that her power is still there
She can shake, quake and
and make us
fully understand
'we're like flies on a horse's back
There's only so much she'll stand
And when she's had enough
of our spewing on her earth
she'll explosively wake us
and show us what she's worth
All her irritation
and chewing on her hide
"We're nothing but her parasites", the
host angrily cried!
LA LA !
May Day !
LA LA!
May Day
May Day
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