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Consuming every little thing we get our claws around |
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I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs |
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With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker tail and stinking breath |
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We are to say the least a pack of filthy beasts |
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All we want is dinner |
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We stalk the landscape in an endless search for easy prey |
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The days are very long but hunger keeps our sleep at bay |
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With hopes of finding weak or wounded that have run astray |
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We are to say the least a pack of filthy beasts |
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All we want is dinner |
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Just looking for a feast because we are the filthy beasts |
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Lots of teeth = lots of respect |
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And some things you can't protect |
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We'll fill our bellies with the things you hold dear |
