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the poor plants and ailing animals - the next hundred years lyrics

wrecked leather
torn head dress
blue cold lips
she’s almost dead
we spoiled her rotten
decked her out, from head to toe
in wires and cement
the day it’s closing in
the hole it’s opening
no time for regret
i watched the candle burn out
it’s seven o’clock
i’d thought you’d be here
by now

[chorus]
can’t you see you’re tempting me
don’t make me blow my whistle on you
so closе to the edge
i smеll death around the bend
don’t make me blow my whistle on you

on this final night
as we apologize
she will close our eyes
cut us off just in time
to hear the clock drag
the air is cold as h*ll
as thick as her hard sh*ll
she crawls out of
just in time
on this final
on this final night
[chorus]
can’t you see how you’re tempting me
don’t make me blow the whistle on you
so close now to the end
i smell death just round the bend
don’t make me blow the whistle on you

had a good thing goin’
had a good streak goin’
a good thing goin’
a good streak goin’

[outro]
i stood up too fast
i’m dizzy and….

- the next hundred years lyrics

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