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All the fur and fin will lose again' |
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Cause our better is their worst reckonin' |
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And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed |
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And how will we replace that symphony? |
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I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin |
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Satisfy my sugar tongue again |
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Sing me love that buys us shoe shine days |
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Guilded verses for your ethylene |
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And sing it to me free and clean |
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All the kids come home with foreign limbs |
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Hunting trips abroad they lose again |
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And we'll teach them how to talk |
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And whistle while they walk |
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And do the dirty work of battle hymns |
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I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin |
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Satisfy my sugar tongue again |
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Sing me love that buys us shoe-shine days |
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Guilded verses for your ethylene |
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And sing it to me free and clean |
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Drinking tea with milk and |
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JanjaweedPontificate on genocide or greed |
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With a spoonful of descent |
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For the orchestra of need |
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Is just enough to please this colony |
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I've got the blackest boots, the whitest skin |
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Satisfy my sugar tongue again |
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Bring me lullabies and morphine dreams |
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Belladonna with her atropine |
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And sing it to me free and clean |
