Production Lyrics by I Mother Earth

This man
May have a shitload
To prove
He's got to settle a score
Against the groove
Infinite orgasm
Like endless joy and pain
Thunder to my ears
Like a holy rain
An aural wall of waking
Awash in purple paint
And a digging
Of the flowers in your yard
Electric rays of healing
Intensify the feeling of hatred
Towards the things you say
I ain't
Fear a man-child
His soul and semen
Pathetic thoughts he thinks
Forever
Heard you caused a landslide
Walking home
Soon slide the man-child
Under your coat
Product of your generation
Product of your masturbation
Product of a master plan
Product of a holy man
Product of infanticide
Product of decaying minds
Product of mass corruption
The product
And its production

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This man<br>
May have a shitload<br>
To prove<br>
He's got to settle a score<br>
Against the groove<br>
Infinite orgasm<br>
Like endless joy and pain<br>
Thunder to my ears<br>
Like a holy rain<br>
An aural wall of waking<br>
Awash in purple paint<br>
And a digging<br>
Of the flowers in your yard<br>
Electric rays of healing<br>
Intensify the feeling of hatred<br>
Towards the things you say<br>
I ain't<br>
Fear a man-child<br>
His soul and semen<br>
Pathetic thoughts he thinks<br>
Forever<br>
Heard you caused a landslide<br>
Walking home<br>
Soon slide the man-child<br>
Under your coat<br>
Product of your generation<br>
Product of your masturbation<br>
Product of a master plan<br>
Product of a holy man<br>
Product of infanticide<br>
Product of decaying minds<br>
Product of mass corruption<br>
The product<br>
And its production
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I Mother Earth - Production Lyrics
This man
May have a shitload
To prove
He's got to settle a score
Against the groove
Infinite orgasm
Like endless joy and pain
Thunder to my ears
Like a holy rain
An aural wall of waking
Awash in purple paint
And a digging
Of the flowers in your yard
Electric rays of healing
Intensify the feeling of hatred
Towards the things you say
I ain't
Fear a man-child
His soul and semen
Pathetic thoughts he thinks
Forever
Heard you caused a landslide
Walking home
Soon slide the man-child
Under your coat
Product of your generation
Product of your masturbation
Product of a master plan
Product of a holy man
Product of infanticide
Product of decaying minds
Product of mass corruption
The product
And its production
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