| RZ: Hey! |
| What-what's this we’ve been hearing about you, man?
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| You-you got some kind of a cause or something?
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| SN: Well, yeah, I guess!
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| But it’s not just some cause
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| It’s the fate of the whole human race at stake!
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| I know something nobody else seems to know
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| I don’t understand it, but I know
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| RZ: Hey, well, well what is it? |
| What is it, man?
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| SN: It’s them, the Picture Makers
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| They’ve fooled us into thinking
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| They’re friendly and people-minded
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| But it’s not true, it’s just an image
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| RZ: Oh yeah?
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| SN: Yeah!
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| They’re deep underground
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| In every city and town
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| Living in holes like subterranean moles
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| Without making a sound
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| They’ve brought us decay
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| In such a villainous way
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| Well, they don’t have to beat us
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| Because they can treat us
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| Like we’re clowns
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| They’re furry and vile
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| With a hideous smile
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| They’re wrinkled and old
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| And they reek of the mold
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| And eat dirt by the pile
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| They’re clever and smart
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| But they’re covered with warts
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| And some of them are quite tall
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| And they are all bold for awhile
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| RZ: Image? |
| Image? |
| What image?
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| SN: Can’t you see? |
| They’re the masters of the visual image! |
| They’re coming to
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| us disguised as a friend with a blemish, they’ve sucked us in; |
| but friends,
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| I’ve seen them as they really are — They’re rats, tall rats! |
| We’ve got to
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| destroy them with a war!
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| RZ: War? |
| No-no Way! |
| War’s no good, Snakefinger!
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| SN: No, no! |
| That’s what they want you to think. |
| It’s the little wars that they
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| give us that are bad. |
| We need a real war! |
| But we’ve got to be careful until
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| we’re really strong enough
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| RZ: Oh yeah?
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| SN: They’re carnivorous breed
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| They’re full of venom and greed
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| They’re controlling our lives
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| And we have to survive
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| We cannot let them succeed!
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| Isn’t it clear
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| That they are here
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| And we’re gonna find them
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| And we will blind them
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| While they bleed…
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| We are little children of the sea
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| Polliwogs and golden fish are we
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| We could never frighten anyone
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| We’re too busy swimming in the sun
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| When it began
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| Before we learned how to stand
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| We were like pieces of sand in the sea
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| But then we grew
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| And we were no longer new
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| And so we wanted to do as we pleased
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| But we take care
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| They are still there
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| Deep down below
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| They do not know
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| We are still growing strong
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| It will not take us long
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| We will soon be free!
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| Just like we should be!
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| We are little children of the sea
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| We are simply what we seem to be
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| We’re happy without doing very much
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| But watching things that we can never touch
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| When it began
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| Before we learned how to stand
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| We were like pieces of sand in the sea
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| But then we grew
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| We were no longer new
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| And so we wanted to do what we pleased
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| But we take care
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| They are still there
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| Deep down below
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| They do not know
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| We will grow strong!
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| Won’t take us long!
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| We will soon be free!
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| Just like we should be!
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| We are little children of the sea
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| Innocent and blameless souls are we
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| Frolicking upon the waves of light
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| That dance around the creatures of the night
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| We will soon be free!
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| Just like we should be!
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| We are little children of the sea
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| Knowing that someday we will be free
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| But only if we are cautious and take care
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| Never let them know that we are there… |