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Mother nature is tired of your silly games
You know you’ve all been warned
There’s nothing meaner than a mother wronged like that
And a woman scorned
She’s building her whole holy arsonel of wind and waves
She’s building her bombs out of chamomile
Maybe it’s time you got way down on your knees
The sea will sweep your houses back to the sand
The flowers are taking your children back to the land
She’s coming for you and your womenfolk
You’re all compost and ditch
She’s cutting he losses starting now
Cause payback is a bitch
Don’t you know this time that it’s personal, you’ve cut it too deep
She’s sneaking around the corner now
With her jasmine shears she’s playing for keeps
Oh she’ll be a lady when she slices your hand
The flowers are taking your children back to the land
The sea will sweep your houses back to the sand
The flowers are taking your children back to the land
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