| Afterwards, it’s like a dream
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| You can’t remember but it seems
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| To stay alive inside your mind
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| And pray upon your leisure time
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| It happens in an open spot
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| The air is sticky and it’s hot
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| First they take away our clothes
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| Then they lay us down in rows
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| A cloud appears and melts away
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| The flesh of some while others stay
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| Machines that look like little cars
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| Consume the bones and count the scars
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| Kick a cat, a cat, a cat today
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| Fish are dumb, pluck an eye from one
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| We’re in a place that no one knows
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| We are prisoners of those
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| No one sees and no one hears
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| But everybody hates and fears
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| Every day they leave a tray
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| And take an empty one away
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| On that tray are chicken legs
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| Potato salad and some eggs
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle?
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| Is everybody ready for the picnic in the jungle? |