Hang them from the trees now that they tried to kill
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Make them swallow oil now until their bodies turn still
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Radiate their children so they might understand
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This type of economics runs deeper than the bank
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Oh Well, Well, Well, My Planet¡¯s Dead
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I taste the radiation on the tip of my tongue
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See it in my children who are feral animals
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Deformed like little monsters,
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They cannot walk or talk at all
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If I tried to call them human
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You would tell me I was wrong
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Oh Well, Well, Well, My Planet¡¯s Dead
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Dead like my great grandmother
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Dead like the middle class
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Dead like the America Dream
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Dead like Whitman¡¯s Grass
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So baby sleep while you can cos soon you¡¯re gonna
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Sleep in Hell
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This man he thinks he¡¯s god now
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That life is his to take
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Let him fall to the lions and let Mother Nature show her place
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Or karma better act now, and humble this poor man,
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Cos if not I¡¯ma get to him and kill the --
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With my bare hands
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Oh Well, Well, Well, My Planet¡¯s Dead
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My Planet Is Dead
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| Beware Of Darkness |
