Caldera, Caldera! - Gemma Ray

All we suffer

From their jobs

Women suffer

From their jobs

The children weakened

From that heat

Come Caldera!

Bring them to their feet!

Caldera!

Caldera!

Oh-ho-oh-oh, Caldera!

I sleep when you rise, Caldera;

But you never rest

With that fountain of lava

Forever flowing down your chest

Smoke curls round and round

Flames pick up speed

You’re bringing me close to something

Bringing me close to something here

Caldera!

(16-bit solo plays)

All we suffer

From their jobs

Would you suffer

For their jobs?

Oh, Caldera!

Thinking you could ever do me harm?

'Cause I don’t think so!

I don’t think so

I-I-I-I don’t think so!

Cracked by heat

Cracked by heat

Caldera!

Caldera, Caldera, Caldera!

As you punch your fist up through the crust

I feel the Earth shaking under us

I know some mothers who toss their eyes up to the sky

Call themselves nurturers one last time

Caldera

Caldera, Caldera, Caldera, Caldera!

Caldera!

Caldera…

Caldera, Caldera, Caldera, Caldera!

(Heh!)