The Nature of Man. Co-Written With Carolyn Devonshire

My molten core is bursting at the seams Billowing ash and smoke circle above Volcanic eruptions are on the rise Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove That damnation isle, this Icelandic land Eating away at our profits, typically planned This mother nature, no dollar sense No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense Mankind has been playing hardball too long His head's over-sized and his ego too strong Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg I'm now plotting the next eruption surge There she goes firing of again Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle Your fine Earthly home is but a rental Be kind to my creatures both great and small Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness As we now look around at our self made mess