Oh mama, I'm so tired of this nature unfolding
Backs are breaking
And the money they're making!
Let the black sun rise
And the bad moon fall black
Into my hands
It breaks my back
Nature, she's on the attack.
She's got around to me -
It's my turn for her mood to be black
The roles have reversed
A greater power
A perverse dig
You're gonna make me fall
With this weight
AJ Buttle February 2011
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