The
big fat machine
Gobbling
up everything in sight
Everyone
runs for cover
“Don't
run into its path!”
It
sing of songs
Nobody
wants to hear
Everyone
wants to run away
“There's
a devil on the road”
Look
at the fat machine
Crushing
down the street
Sucking
up everything in sight
The
puppet master laughs out loud
But
he forgets to see
The
big fat hole on the street
The
fat machine topples over
The
people gather pour oil into it
The
bonfire dance in the air
The
dark smoke rising high
The
people dance on its death
The
puppet master runs for his life
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