Cobra Feet by Thunderbirds Are Now!

 
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Cobra Feet Lyrics

Make believe.
Practicing to deceive.
Fake mirage.
Dressed up in camouflage.
Crimes.
Jail.
Posting all of your bail.
Please behave.
Roll around in your grave.
Yes, it’s a mess,
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Make believe.
Practicing to deceive.
Fake mirage.
Dressed up in camouflage.
Crimes.
Jail.
Posting all of your bail.
Please behave.
Roll around in your grave.
Yes, it’s a mess,
But we’re here to clean up.
Yes, I confess,
It’s a mess; we’ll clean up.
Aghast.
Appalled.
Whatever it is called.
Erect.
Tall.
Like a good animal.
Ears.
Eyes.
The last breath before it dies.
Teeth.
Blood.
Roll around in the mud.
Yes, it’s a mess,
But we’re here to clean up.
Yes, I confess,
It’s a mess; we’ll clean up.
Who picks up the roadkill when it’s dead?
Who reads a book they can’t comprehend?
Why is blood blue while we see red?
Who understands a thing I just said?
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