There they are
Seating feeling up the chairs
What is so special about power
If monkeys can rule themselves
Ooh poor us, says Tinaa
Oooh poor people
What sort of a thirst
That cant be quenched
Drinking, drinking they keep on drinking
Until they thirst for blood
Ooh poor us, says Tina
Oooh poor people
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