| I live on an angry planet, amidst the crowds and the endless noise
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| In the debris of the broken families and the cracks in the grand designs
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| And all the angry gods are back, gathering strength as the continents collide
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| Some live by the bloody sword and die by the bloody sword, some by beauty and
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| desire
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| I live in the shadow of the great volcano, I live by the good soil and the fire
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| And of course I know that the days are numbered but we will go down to the wire
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| And the pressure moves the mountains, seven billion and counting
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| As the monkey tribes advance across the bleak terrain
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| All sown with seed of mono-culture, wind and rain and revolution coming
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| But we know it isn’t personal — we just live on an angry planet
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| They say that we’re all kings and queens in the new world except for those who
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| aren’t
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| They say we can follow our dreams to the very top of the tree except for those
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| who can’t
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| They say that the meek shall inherit the earth except that they shan’t
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| And the pressure moves the mountains, seven billion and counting
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| As the monkey tribes advance, all in a rush of blood, the jet stream blowing
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| High above the zombie hordes all banging war drums, raising flags
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| As the pressure moves the mountains, seven billion now and counting
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| As the monkey tribes advance across the ruined land
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| All sown with seed of mono-culture, war and rain and revolution coming
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| But I know it isn’t personal — I just live on an angry planet |