What do you care if there's one less tree in a place you've never seen.
What do you care if the children starve in a place you've never been.
You're safe inside your bubble, sanitized and clean.
But when the water's up to your ass it'll be your turn to scream.
Mother's mad, and she's coming to getcha!
Friday Flash 55 at the G-Man's
The partial last verse of a new song. The chorus:
Can't you hear your mother cry, can't you feel her pain?
Can't you see the river's green and there's acid in the rain?
Can't you see the jig is up and time ain't on your side?
You better get a move on, you better take it to the street
'cause if you don't you're dead for sure, there ain't no retreat.
Where do you think you're gonna run
Where do you think you're gonna hide?
Mother's mad, and she's coming to getcha.