"New, Improved Mother Earth" lyrics
A new, improved Mother Earth
I see the spell in no false words
A breeding man to endless serfs
Taking things and all we're worth
Suffering unnatural birth (natural birth)
But that don't mean it sounds absurd
Shake the roots until she hurts (she hurts)
A new, improved Mother Earth
The fool, she grows, the man half-cursed, when
Oil spills on salmon's surf
Says you'll die, it's heaven's birth
What should become of Mother Earth?
How joyous is it not to have to bring home any work?
Who wants to work for an employer when they could work for themselves?
What would be sustainable is if we all grew our own garden and cooked our own meals and too care of our own
I see the spell in no false words
A breeding man to endless serfs
Taking things and all we're worth
Suffering unnatural birth (natural birth)
But that don't mean it sounds absurd
Shake the roots until she hurts (she hurts)
A new, improved Mother Earth
The fool, she grows, the man half-cursed, when
Oil spills on salmon's surf
Says you'll die, it's heaven's birth
What should become of Mother Earth?
How joyous is it not to have to bring home any work?
Who wants to work for an employer when they could work for themselves?
What would be sustainable is if we all grew our own garden and cooked our own meals and too care of our own
Writer(s): Paul Bakija, Beatrice Demesier
