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Children
The children are playing in the garden
The walls all covered in ivy
The parents are entertaining in the house
Brains all covered in mud
If I could cut down the human race
Don't you know I would
If I should look you in the face
I don't know I could
Who's to say
What I'll never do?
Who's to know
What I'll never be?
Who's to mean
What you meant to me?
Who's to see
What it means to go?
If I could cut down the human race
Yes, I'm sure I would
But if I should see you, in the flesh
There goes the neighborhood
The children are dying in the garden
The walls all covered in sacrafice
The parents are laughing in the main house
Cups all full of ice
