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57 lines
1.3 KiB
Plaintext
Fisher's Chant
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Leslie Fish
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Chorus:
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Come up, come up, oh sweet thresher shark
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One of us today will die
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One will go down the other one's throat
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Beneath the pitiless sky.
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The earth is thick with the numbers of men
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The poisoned soil grows cold
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So out we go to the ancient seas
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To fish as we did of old.
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(Chorus)
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The gods made man like any other beast
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For all that his pride denies
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So he must take his turn at the kill
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And all of the rest is lies.
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(Chorus)
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And you who raise tame beasts on the land
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That you march to the slaughterhouse door
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Can point no safe fat finger at us
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Who risk a little bit more.
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(Chorus)
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And you who buy your meat at the store
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Can raise no cry of shame
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For as you pay for the food-beasts death
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You eat, so you share the blame.
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(Chorus)
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And you who feed on nothing but plants
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Don't hold your pride so high
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For plants are living, and just might feel
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And they take so long to die.
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(Chorus)
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So come to the battle of the jaws and gaff
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At the meeting of sea and air
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We'll duel for food while the old gods laugh...
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By the gods, this fight is fair!
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Come up, come up, oh sweet thresher shark
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One of us today will die
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One will go down the other one's throat
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Beneath the pitiless sky, oh
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Beneath the pitiless sky.
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