Hawksley Workman - Maniacs lyrics

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Dinosaur-us

Dead kites in farmer's fields

The jailed dreamers are growing gills

So eat it up, you maniacs

Eat the whole things, you maniacs

Fatso-saur-us

The possibilities of open skies

The worms rule as silent kings

So eat it up, you fatso's

Gobble the whole thing, you fatso's

Baby be absolutely quiet

As we untie the boat

And push ourselves from shore

We'll remember you, you poor souls

You poor slaves

They're building a city

On your broken backs

And what of your own fires?

We're leaving you now

When your cinders are so cold