Sometimes I wanna shout out loud, "F the world"
But mohter Earth's been around
Loose, used up, tired of being a naked girl
She's looking for a courtisan
But all I see are pimps in preachers' clothing
They claim god's name to conceal their groping
Tarred and feathered, scarred and teathered, cultures, people broken
Now they tar tobacco so we're sheesha smoking
It's hard to grow back to old paths and ways
With our past marred by Europeans rafting slaves
Negroes, chinks and injuns, engines of west society
While whitey sits back and collects all their piety
Sexy resources will drive a crusader wild
Even coerce to procreate a bastard child
Mama Nature's raped and pillaged so productivity rise
Now those pills have aged and rendered her infertile
Crucifying humanity six feet underneath
He maintains six inches for good measure
For Christ, king, democracy, always changing his sheets
Who knew matricide brought such raw pleasure
They say whitey's on the moon, it'll be too soon
Before they set up another method to get us behind bars
Ayrabs and gay fags can join in the fun
Space shipped off with negroes, chinks and injuns
To the biggest ghetto on Mars
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