The crocodiles
Spinning tales with their tails
Once you aren't aware of it
You will get knocked down
They don't apologize
They think they are god sent
Blaming others for their shapes
They dare look into the mirrors
They can't walk well
Still struggling with their tales
Something isn't right at all
Invoking god for their own kind
The crocodiles
Spinning tales of hollow economy
When their swamps are muddy
It's time they return where they came
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