To a Nation

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

Quietly, quietly, listen closely,
to strained confessions of egotistic clowns how about angry instead of egotistic?

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. Good change!

And from your wounds will grow no roses, how about from your wounds no roses grow?
just death's stale stench there will be found. Leave out there

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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.