Theres this place full of mountain heads
Living and chewing on the fat
Built upon the hazy plan
Like foundations slipping through the sand
Long teeth and whiskers like a rat
Fearing only those present
They got zero emotion
And everybodys fed up with that
Warm outside but very cold within
Followed and praised for many years
They got all the promotions
Isnt that the way its always been
Historys written always red
Its pages are painful and clear
Its so full of devotion
Makes you wonder where it could have led
Put the lights out, fair weather ahead
These strange new creatures
Aha, they wont be led
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