Pochette de God Save the Earth

Titre hors album · 3 octobre 2025

God Save the Earth

Laurent Galichet · Production : LaurentG Productions · 3:05

CountryAnglais2025

Paroles

Ahem. One takes the microphone. Let it be known. Paul, elevate the tones.

The crown is heavy, this weight on my head,, it's a fact, not a dream I dread. Too late for the date with the end, I wait, with the ache of a fate that won't bend. My sceptre’s a weapon, I'm breathing in venom, we’ve poisoned the air, we ignore the damn lessons. No blessing, just aggression, a session of confession, under duress, yes. The earth is on fire, a monarch's desire, the oceans are rising, the flames climbing higher. You’re tense, on the fence, I’ll break the rule, you’re defenceless, the planet is cruel, we’ve sealed our doom, you wretched fool.

The beat drops low. You already know. Where this goes. On your toes. Here we go.

God save the Earth, the cursed rebirth, the worth of what’s lost in the dirt. God save the Earth, you know what I mean, the skies are torn, it’s a royal routine. Off with the greed, let it bleed from the seed, spread the dread, pray instead. God save the Earth.

I walk through the wreckage with malice, my chalice is filled with the planet's promise, but we spoil it, we poison, we boil it, and I vow to obliterate, before it’s too late, you know we’re the fake, and the stakes are too great. The earth quakes when I wake, for goodness’ sake, we're choking on fumes as we break what’s at stake. My address is a warning, your bliss is so fleeting, you’re bleeding the world dry while you’re sleeping. Your court is collapsed, your greed’s on blast, your future won’t last. I’m perched on the edge, you’ve crossed the ledge, make a pledge, or be pushed from the edge.

The beat drops low. You already know. Where this goes. On your toes. Again we go.

God save the Earth, the cursed rebirth, the worth of what’s lost in the dirt. God save the Earth, you know what I mean, the skies are torn, it’s a royal routine. Off with the greed, let it bleed from the seed, spread the dread, pray instead. God save the Earth.

One does not “spit bars.” One issues decrees. One does not have “beef.” One has... the end of the world. The sentence is already passed. This is merely the auditory reckoning. Are you enjoying the performance? [Sound of a cup of tea being sipped, then the beat slams back in twice as hard]

QE! And so it is. Henceforth! Trump barks. Silence, boy. One is finished. You are dismissed.