There's a place that's rent-free in a world that just seems hell-bent
They're leadin' us down that road
And there's no telling where it goes
They keep bending the rules to suit themselves and their own pursuits
And there's cracks in the pavement stone

Yo, brother, there ain't no gold beneath my feet
But I'm starting to feel the heat
'Cause the sky's got a gaping hole
And there's mercury in my teeth
And there's fish floatin' dead in my soul

The forecast for the day
Didn't seem like too much the same
And the temperature gauge is up
And the oceans look like they're fucked
Or maybe it's going to rain
Down like never before in Spain
And there's cracks in the ice Capt'n Jack
But it's all right though, think twice
Mother Earth is dying

But she's starting to feel the heat
'Cause the sun is beneath my feet
And it's startin' to burn my soul
And the sky's got a gaping hole

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Yo, brother, there ain't no gold beneath my feet
But I'm startin' to feel the heat
'Cause the sky's got a gaping hole
And there's mercury in my teeth
And there's fish floatin' dead in my soul

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): John Power