As if dinosaurs still ruled they fool us with the roars of presidents, school us in subservience , whip us into obedience and promise us the carrot cake.
Let them take the high road and they're going to take us down, they're going to sell us off as building blocks,
they're taking us to town.
Wake up and wake up soon, the morons have an auction lot, it's what we call the Moon,
They're selling us, not telling us and there's nothing we can say, except
what grandad once told me,
Dinosaurs have had their day, our turn to rise will come and then we'll watch those buggers run, grandad used to swear a lot but mostly he was right.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
As if dinosaurs still ruled they fool us with the roars of presidents, school us in subservience , whip us into obedience and promise us the carrot cake.
Let them take the high road and they're going to take us down, they're going to sell us off as building blocks,
they're taking us to town.
Wake up and wake up soon, the morons have an auction lot, it's what we call the Moon,
They're selling us, not telling us and there's nothing we can say, except
what grandad once told me,
Dinosaurs have had their day, our turn to rise will come and then we'll watch those buggers run, grandad used to swear a lot but mostly he was right.
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