We grind, we grind, we grind, we grind,
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sharpen, sharpen, sharpen, sharpen,
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we sharpen boards and gnaw concrete!
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Lana! |
We sharpen piles,
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well, by the way, we prophesy death for new buildings,
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us termites are a legion.
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Mowgli thought of a theme
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and Tarzan is his accomplice,
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and King Kong muddied it all.
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In more often the forests lit up,
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it was on Monday,
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Mowgli King Kong asked:
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- "Listen, the jungle is dying,
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they are cut down mercilessly,
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nature does not have enough strength.
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Gotta get rid of the parasites
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connect termites to the matter,
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angry King Kong smoked thoughtfully.
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We are Termites! |
Let the parasites live!
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The thread is buried in the jungle of the world.
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We are Microbes!
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We were called by King Kong all to,
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those who are thirsty for blood, exterminate.
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Evil waves of those who drown out the nimble fish,
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swallowed up in the abyss forever.
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Free wind, the sun shines over the planet.
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And the purest water gurgles!
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Undermine all dwellings,
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but leave people food,
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we don't need any war.
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We connect the Rats of the basement,
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let them gnaw rockets in a flock,
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destroying the steel machine.
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Leaving medicine behind
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people are powerless without it,
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the jungle will swallow the rest.
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Horses instead of wheelbarrows
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and resin instead of chewing gum
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and Termites lined up in a row.
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And tell the beavers to everyone,
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open the gap of the dam,
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let the streams flow to freedom.
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Do not eat mosquitoes Birds,
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then we'll have some fun
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everyone will die from blood loss!
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(Who is against, who is against!) |