EARTHQUAKES [Music: "Little Earthquakes", Tori Amos] Gatchaman flying gets shot in the wing Good for Galactors and hostile countries And I hate and I hate and I hate And I hate the constant tension The way we fight The way I sit here silent Oh these little earthquakes Here we go again These little earthquakes Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces We flew to battle with monsters till dawn We laughed in the face of Katze, never afraid to die and I hate and I hate and I hate and I hate endless frustration Being a killer Blackbird fighters can be told by their color Oh these little earthquakes Here we go again These little earthquakes Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces I can't reach you I can't reach you Give me life Give me pain Give me myself again Oh these little earthquakes Here we go again These little earthquakes Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces * * * New Lyrics (c) 1999 Emby Quinn Return to the Filks Index