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They want you to eat your bum
Eat your bum
Eat your bum
The mist creeps closer, ushers its horde
The city's a wasteland, out of control
Bleak brown sunset, show the way
People are dying, no escape
Mist on horizon, making its way
Your bottom is tasty, so run away
They want you to eat your bum
Eat your bum
Eat your bum
Cloud conversion, vapour dismay
Altering the masses, day by day
Mist on horizon, stain on this earth
Big brown blanket, tuck in the world
Mist on horizon, making its way
Your bottom is tasty, run away
They want you to eat your bum
Eat your bum
Eat your bum
They want you to eat your bum
Eat your bum
Eat your bum
Eat your bum
