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Occipudding
Guest
Soon, said the albacore
We'll fight the humans
With a treachery our own
And weapons scavenged from old sunken ships
We'll march swelling, bloated carcasses 'round coral arenas
Suspended by coral limbs
And anchors scavenged from old sunken ships
Praise God
If he's your man
Praise God
While you still can
Soon, said the albacore
Soon
We'll fight the humans
With a treachery our own
And weapons scavenged from old sunken ships
We'll march swelling, bloated carcasses 'round coral arenas
Suspended by coral limbs
And anchors scavenged from old sunken ships
Praise God
If he's your man
Praise God
While you still can
Soon, said the albacore
Soon