grow in numbers, I can hardly understand it what a shame, stinking bodies laying close to us depots dirt is all they have got in their life stinking numbers, may somebody cure them, its high time cure them, its high time cure them, its high time cure them, its high time weve never been told about the poverty which came from those who lost their homes vegetation sickened nation lets do something, lets catch em its time to wash em, teach em to live just be strong, dont fall into schizophrenia dont let them rot, they are human although they are mad now its time to stop the degredation you must try to give your hand to those who need your help who need your help who need your help who need your help lack of feelings has made us insensitive let us change itm see it by yourself vegetation sickened nation vegetation sickened nation lets do something, lets catch em its time to wash em, teach em to live schnorrer like a rat its sickening eating all the crap, spreading pests homely stench, clothes like a new flypaper you can find em in the depots, parks and back streets i detest the awful spots mercy stifles rage thats enough
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