We who end lives with a wink and a smile
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And a song in our hearts and a twinkling eye
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Do so with a noble purpose in mind
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To thin out the rabble of humankind
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We are never where you think
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We'll be
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The shadow underneath your sink
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Our teeth into
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Your fragile flesh
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Is ours to do with as we
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Please! Oh, help me!
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Here come the cadaver dogs
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They'll find where the dead girl lies
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Unlike us, they'll be soft with her
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Like she were made of eyes
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Street musician found strangled
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In the trunk of a car
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Gutted vagrant found hanging
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From a tree in a park
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Naked infant found frozen
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On some steps leading down
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Headless foetus found rotting
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On the roof of a house
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Recycle the body pits
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And human cluster dumps
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Filled with the burnt, the stabbed
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And the lucky machinegunned
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There are no victims
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Just landfill statistics
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Where overpopulation threatens us all
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Disordered thinking:
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Is that what they call it?
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So, our culling (of) the herd has left you appalled?
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Or, see it as a self-defense
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If no other way:
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Encroaching humans number our days:
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Probe the young for signs
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To no effect
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Serial killing's not a birth defect
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Here come the cadaver dogs
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They'll find where the dead man lies
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Unlike us, they'll be soft with him
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Like he were thinning ice
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Keeping The Cadaver Dogs Busy
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Cryptopsy |