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I MOTHER EARTH LYRICS

"Production"
This man 
May have a shitload 
To prove 
He's got to settle a score 
Against the groove 
Infinite orgasm 
Like endless joy and pain 
Thunder to my ears 
Like a holy rain 
  
An aural wall of waking 
Awash in purple paint 
And a digging 
Of the flowers in your yard 
Electric rays of healing 
Intensify the feeling of hatred 
Towards the things you say 
I ain't 
  
Fear a man-child 
His soul and seman 
Pathetic thoughts he thinks 
Forever 
Heard you caused a landslide 
Walking home 
Soon slide the man-child 
Under your coat 
  
Product of your generation 
Your masturbation 
A master plan 
A holy man 
Infanticide 
Decaying minds 
Mass corruption 

The product 
And its production