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Oh gentlemen |
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Swallow your prayers |
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Because the wind makes a mockery of men |
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Your soul becomes a fish |
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You swim in idle waters |
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And drink other fishes piss |
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Your soul feeds on fish |
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On piss, puss and men |
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Who in turn, become as you have become |
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A fish |
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No, not even that, but a symbol of fish |
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Hooked by the baby flesh of maggots |
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A ripple of life in tin |
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This tin could become your world too |
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So choose between this and water |
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Choose between tin and piss |
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Do you still feel thirsty now |
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Are you thirsty now |
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Are you thirsty now |
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Do you still feel |
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Thirsty |
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Thirsty now |
