Hawksley Workman - Maniacs Lyrics

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di-no-saur-us 

dead kites in farmer's fields 
the jailed dreamers are growing gills 

so eat it up you maniacs 
eat the whole thing
you maniacs

fat-so-saur-us 

the possibilities of open skies 
and the worms rule as silent kings 

so eat it up 
you fatso's 
gobble the whole thing 
you fatso's 

baby be absolutely quiet 
as we untie the boat 
and push ourselves from shore 

We'll remember you
you poor souls 
you poor slaves 
they're building the city
on your broken backs 

and what of your own fires? 
what of your own fires?

we're leaving you now 
when your cinders are so cold

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