Текст (слова) песни: Residents - Picnic In The Jungle
Afterwards, it`s like a dream You can`t remember but it seems To stay alive inside your mind And prey upon your leisure time It happens in an open spot The air is sticky and it`s hot First they take away our clothes Then they lay us down in rows A cloud appears and melts away The flesh of some while others stay Machines that look like little cars Consume the bones and count the scars In a place that no one knows We are prisoners of those That no one sees and no one hears But everybody hates and fears Every day they leave a tray And take an empty one away On the tray are chicken legs Potato salad and some eggs sallysally@lyrics.ch
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