gators in the glades
flamingos in the sky
mosquitos in the groves
now find some shade or die
snakes upon the sand
buzzards in the sky
locust on the way
now find some shade or die
heat upon the valley
mountains reach so high
boulders rolling low
avalanche she cries
its too late for a warning
why does she even try
silently we still know
to find some shade or die
running from the rumble
the rubble piles high
we stumble through jungle
to find some shad e or die
cirumstance seems so simple
we grant ourselves our own reply
cuz truth fits in a thimble
but its heavier than lies
god believes in nature
a love man must despise
cuz do to his lowly stature
he must find some shade or die
running from the rumble
the rubble piles high
we stumble through jungle
to find some shade or die