Hard Times

The moon chase the sun around the world, as the earth sinks into the sea
Shadows creep and crawl across my back, damn sure they're following me
While shooting stars scatter the dark to light, the moon rings wrap so bright
These ancient games to see, the ancient games play with me

Don't flatter yourself, you just like the birds and bees
Shoot em through the sky

Hard Times are coming, gotta reap what we sow
This karmic balance from the ancient and old
God, will strike you, if not then she will
If your mother was the earth, a planet on fire, would you let her drown
In the oceans that rise, that rise, that rise, hey
Rise to the challenge, get in line
Pick your feet up and try to recognise
Our glasses are full, the water pull us in,
Our belly's are round, so stop and soil that ground
This ground, that ground, that grounds, in the
Oceans that rise, that rise, that rise, to you

Don't flatter yourself, you just like the birds and bees

While the earth sees the statues of make believe, the stars no longer bright to see
Self expansion baby, get your assistance for free, damn sure to save thee
This is how we survive

Don't flatter yourself, you just like the birds and bees