Planted by Satin,
In a deep evil shade,
Carnivorous raptors
That the evil one made.
Hidden as fossils,
Deep under the earth,
Left to confuse all
Mankind from their birth,

And it's hard, hard, hard
Oh it's hard to make sense of it all!

Brought up on Cotton,
And petroleum oil,
Life's turning rotten,
Overflowing with toil,
Blessings from Heaven,
Never seem to arrive,
Only our own sweat
Seems to keep us alive.

And it's hard, hard, hard!
Oh, it's hard to make sense of it all...

Wrapped in white Linen
And left in the clay,
Feeding the fossils
Who had nothing to say.
Joining the traces
Of the great Tyrant Rex,
Dust is worth nothing,
But then neither is sex.

And its hard, hard, hard!
Oh, it's hard to make sense of it all.

...."

Further verses on the insidious nature of various fabrics are left as an exercise for the student....


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