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Lyrics:
Di-no-saur-us
Dead kites in farmer's fields The jailed dreamers are growing gills
So eat it up you maniacs Eat the whole thing You maniacs
Fat-so-saur-us
Fat-so-saur-us
The possibilities of open skies And the worms rule as silent kings
So eat it up You fatsos Gobble the whole thing You fatsos
Baby be absolutely quiet As we untie the boat And push ourselves from shore
We'll remember you You poor souls You poor slaves They're building the city On your broken backs
And what of your own fires? What of your own fires?
We're leaving you now We're leaving you now When your cinders are so cold Cold!
Baby be absolutely quiet As we untie the boat And push ourselves from shore
We'll remember you You poor souls You poor slaves They're building the city On your broken backs
And what of your own fires? What of your own fires?
We're leaving you now We're leaving you now When your cinders are so cold Cinders are so cold
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