Consuming every little thing we get our claws around
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I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs
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With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker tail and stinking breath
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We are to say the least a pack of filthy beasts
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All we want is dinner
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We stalk the landscape in an endless search for easy prey
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The days are very long but hunger keeps our sleep at bay
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With hopes of finding weak or wounded that have run astray
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We are to say the least a pack of filthy beasts
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All we want is dinner
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Just looking for a feast because we are the filthy beasts
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Lots of teeth = lots of respect
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And some things you can't protect
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We'll fill our bellies with the things you hold dear
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Filthy Beasts
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
