To a Nation

[Jae Mc Donnell]

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Slowly slowly catchy monkey,
the monkey sparks, the house burns down

Quietly, quietly, listen closely,
to strained confessions of boastful clowns

Quickly, quickly, I hear them coming,
the clumsy beat of feet on ground

So wakie wakie you sleepy nation,
this rabid dog will hunt you down

And from your wounds will grow no roses,
just death's stale stench there will be found.

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Slowly slowly catchy monkey,
the monkey catches, the house burns down

Quietly, quietly, listen closely,
to stained confessions of an egotistic clown

Quickly, quickly, I hear them coming,
the clumsy beat of feet on ground

So wakie wakie you sleepy nation,
the dogs of war have hunt you down

And from your wounds will grow no roses,
just deaths stale stench will there be found.