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There's this place full of mountain heads Living and chewing upon the fat Built upon the hazy plan Like foundations slipping through the sand Long teeth and whiskers like a rat Fearing only those present They got zero emotion And everybody's fed up with that Warm outside but very cold within Followed and praised for many years They got all the promotions Isn't that the way it's always been History's written always red Its pages are painful and clear It's so full of devotion Makes you wonder where it could have led Put the lights out Fair weather ahead These strange new creatures They won't be led From Letras Mania