I ain't what one might call the "survivor type" So please don't Tell me everything will be alright Cuz I Know It Won't Be anything other than what I believe In my mind Trash island the size of the U.S.A. In Front And Be Hind Side To Side But it doesn't matter When you realize the sun That the sun is Hungry 4 the earth Hungry 4 the earth Hungry 4 the earth Hungry 4 the earth I can't help thinking maybe some of the pieces Are gone Cuz I'm trying to fit a rhombus where the Square Goes I Know I gotta Try to find some way to unite all the states of My mind And then we'll make up, making love from the Front And Be Hind Side To Side Cuz it doesn't matter When you feel like the sun That the sun is Is hungry for the earth Hungry 4 the earth Hungry 4 the earth Hungry 4 the earth Hungry 4 the earth Uhhh Uhhh Hungry 4 the earth Hungry 4 the earth Hungry 4 the earth