In the resounding desert
The whale scrapes and feeds on the bugs
Something they gave him makes him sweat
He will not trust them again
One rock for the wild dog
He's not working on the inside
Here's one for right between the eyes
If he misses he will stamp his feet
To break the roof and fall through to the tangling ropes
In the resounding desert
The whale scrapes and feeds on the bugs
Something they gave him makes him sweat
He will not trust them again
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