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