The moai faced inland Away from the sea Ghosts of dead leaders Born from deities you see
Hewn from volcanic tuff Soft no doubt Compared to basalt or diorite Which Are ******* to dig out
If they had only turned the other way They might have seen disaster coming Dutch killers on Easter morn Peruvian slavers Had them running
But it is a small island And there was no tree cover They cut them down so long ago So they could grow some tucker
European disease South American ****** Cut the population down low As a couple o hundred years rolled by And crops refused to grow
So the god's where cast down Face down on the ground Venerated protectors brought low The people despaired Beyond all hope and care A paradise with no seeds to sow
Then the pickings were slim Raiders had no one to **** So they left them alone to their plight But the moai are back on their feet now Resurrected As a world heritage site.
You threw me to the snakes leaving me to fend for myself, discarding me like an object that you had grown bored of. And, when i crawled out from the pit more powerful than before, venom coursing through my veins , I became the monster. I became the one to be feared.
How easy it is to forget that monsters are not born but made and my dear, you are responsible for every inch of the creature I have become.
I fell down the steps Of the Lincoln memorial It really hurt my knees I fell down the stairs Of the Lincoln memorial In front of Near a hundred South Koreans
We went to Holsten's And sat in Jimmy's booth Bout a month before he died Should have seen it there In that final episode It was written All over his eyes.