Attack On Tir Asleen

We may not have a common tongue,

But we all hate Bavmorda.

We've given her reason

Given her guile.

Given her prophecy,

But there's one reason to put you here,

Because we all hate Bavmorda.

I won't be complacent when our womb spits forth

A hopeful future.

That baby gets so ugly along the way

(And that hate is special in every way)

I'll stab you in the neck and spit upon your argument

Hand over your tongue,

That question never should have arose.

We should be back to back

And if I cut your skin off, you'd look just like me

And you'll be skewered like a boar,

When you stare into the sunset

(Thinking you can't trust a soul)

Those fallacies are cherished akin to chastity,

Though they're never given up as easy

"You're all pigs!" they scream

Destroy the beast and find the baby

No wonder its been so easy

Pigs can't stand the smell of blood

I'll give you my head, wouldn't that be so special

Wouldn't it be better if we were not so clever

And maybe we'll have better luck next time

Don't even take a chance

Don't even dip your feet in

You'll just break your neck

Because there's nothing left