| I heard a rumor from the east
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| That Pit Moles' battles with the beast
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| Have left them mindless and sick
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| That west is where, their fingers say
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| Are new found sites that give them something to cling to
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| The rumors have them coming here
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| Believing life is not so harsh
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| Life not so harsh, indeed
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| A hundred thousand refugees?
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| The Pit Moles are coming, I heard just today
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| Our problems with labor have just been done away with
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| The Pit Moles will work hard and we’ll barely pay
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| So eager to get work, they’ll do things just the way we want
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| The Pit Moles are thrifty, their gods reassure
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| That poverty’s blissful; |
| they like being destitute
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| Let my children live in a holy land
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| Let my children live in a holy land
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| Need work?
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| Need work?
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| Sign here, sign here
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| Come on over
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| Sign here
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| Need work?
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| Well, over there?
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| Come on, come over here
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| Come on, let’s go
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| Leave him alone
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| Sorry, sorry, that’s all we need now
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| Sorry, sorry, that’s all we need
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| No… no… no more work now
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| The rest of you please leave
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| Go away |