| They made a statue of us
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| And it put it on a mountain top
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| Now tourists come and stare at us
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| Blow bubbles with their gum
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| Take photographs for fun, for fun
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| They’ll name a city after us
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| And later say it’s all our fault
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| Then they’ll give us a talking to
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| Then they’ll give us a talking to
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| Because they’ve got years of experience
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| We’re living in a den of thieves
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| Rummaging for answers in the pages
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| We’re living in a den of thieves
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| We wear our scarves just like a noose
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| But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
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| And though our parts are slightly used
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| New ones are slave labor you can keep
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| We’re living in a den of thieves
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| Rummaging for answers in the pages
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| We’re living in a den of thieves
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| They made a statue of us
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| They made a statue of us
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| The tourists come and stare at us
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| The sculptor’s mama sends regards
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| They made a statue of us
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| They made a statue of us
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| Our noses have begun to rust
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| We’re living in a den of thieves
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| Rummaging for answers in the pages
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| Were living in a den of thieves
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious
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| And it’s contagious |