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 Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain 
There was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived 
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world 
Obscured as it was by great clouds 
 
Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany 
Of excess and violence that was growing in the world below 
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain 
Called monkey was enough 
 
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town 
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses 
But no one noticed them, they only saw shadows 
You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happyfolk were blind 
 
Fallin' out of aeroplanes and hidin' out in holes 
Waitin' for the sunset to come, people goin' home 
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head 
Now everybody is dancing the dance of the dead 
The dance of the dead, the dance of the dead 
 
In time, the Strangefolk found their way 
Into the higher reaches of the mountain 
And it was there that they found 
The caves of unimaginable sincerity and giving 
 
By chance, they stumbled upon the place 
Where all good souls come to rest 
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels 
In these caves above all things 
 
And soon they began to mine the mountain 
It's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world 
 
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly 
Their dreams invaded by shadowy figures 
Digging away at their souls 
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain 
 
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? 
And as the Strangefolk, mined deeper and deeper into the mountain 
Holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind 
That chilled the very soul of the monkey 
 
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for 
They knew that soon the monkey would stir from its deep sleep 
Then there came a sound, distant first, it grew into castrophany 
So immense it could be heard far away in space 
 
There were no screams, there was no time 
The mountain called monkey had spoken 
It was only fire 
And then, nothing 
 
Oh little town in U.S.A., the time has come to see 
There's nothing you believe you want 
But where were you when it all came down on me? 
Did you call me, no? 
  
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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