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Very little, fruit is we wobble, sometimes we're strong But you know evil is an exact Being carefully, correctly,
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We like Greeks we feel like Romans and monkeys just cluster round us We elixirs that we refine From the juices of the
We are not monsters, we're people And yet we the strength to do this is the splendor of our achievement Call in the air strike with a kiss
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric Everybody's as the dead come home Big nemesis, parthenogenesis No one move a as the dead come home
and cannibals, prehistoric animals Everybody's as the dead come home Big black nemesis, No one move a as the dead come home
How bad it gets, you can't The wax, the breath of reptiles God is not mocked, He knows His could take us at any moment
Cover Him up, I think finished You know it's never been so But I don't know, my are visions We could still end up with the big fishes
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric Everybody's happy as the dead home Big nemesis, parthenogenesis No one move a as the dead come home
and cannibals, prehistoric animals Everybody's happy as the dead home Big black nemesis, No one move a as the dead come home
Priests and cannibals, animals Everybody's happy as the dead come Big black nemesis, No one move a muscle as the dead home
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric happy