Frogs croak, frogs croak for all
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From the dark grass outside, you can hear them call
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Satan is laughing, he is laughing at us all
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Look at the toiling little man,
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and then he's destroyed for no reason at all
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The meek shall inherit the earth when it's dead
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When all temples are ashes, and the soil bears no bread
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Frogs croak, frogs croak for some
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From abysses begrassed, the end will come
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In the flickering of the light Satan comes to take a bite
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Of what could have been my soul, but it's all turd of mole
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And fouled by blind diggers I can see how it figures
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You can't have what's not, and that goes for the lot
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Frogs croak, frogs croak for no one
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Grass reaching at you, the end has begun.
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Frogs
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Comecon |