| The few surviving samurai survey the battlefield
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| Count the arms, the legs and heads and then divide by 5
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| Drenched in blood they move across the screen
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| Do I need to point or do you see the one I mean
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| The one in back, the way he acts
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| Is he reminding you of anyone we know
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| Isn’t he so like certain people I could name
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| Halfway through the thirty minutes
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| Halfway round the world
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| Here’s the story on the genocidal overlord
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| In the palace with her epilettes
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| Watch her little gestures as she lights her cigarette
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| Look at her, you must see it too
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| Is she reminding you of anyone we know
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| Isn’t she so like certain people I could name
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| Disembodied and detached a voice describes the scene
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| As a lizard stalks a helpless creature on TV
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| Music underscores the tragedy
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| Eyes with no expression watch the unsuspecting prey
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| Who is it like, doesn’t it strike
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| You as the very image of someone we know
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| Isn’t it so like certain people--how could anybody miss
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| The obvious and the uncanny and the clear resemblance
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| Isn’t it just like certain people I could name |