| Woman, grab your children, run and hide.
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| Don’t let it catch up with you.
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| You gotta fight it to stay alive,
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| and if it gets you, man, you’re through.
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| It smells so rotten and rank.
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| Well, everybody calls it the squank.
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| It’s sick, depressin, gettin’bigger all the time.
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| Don’t help it any way you can.
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| It’s grey and brown and sometimes lime
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| and it’s spreadin’all over the land.
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| And soon we’ll be all breathin’out of tanks
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| if somethin’ain’t done about the squank.
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| The meanest thing the world’s ever bred
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| by me and you and my kinfold too.
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| A monster can’t live unless it’s fed,
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| and it’s being fed by me and you.
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| And soon it’s gonna leave the world blank,
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| and we’ll all be erased by the squank. |