We sang and we sang
We rejoiced it to the land
And we burned all our backs
We were flayed
On the morning of the day
When the money ran away
Aubergine hands
Aubergine hands
Aubergine hands
Hats made of soot and a barrel of guts
Slivers of soggy bread
Jackets of fleece covered in grease
Biscuits made out of coal
Houses of sugar, tickets of butter
Pouches of mayonnaise
Flour and fleas, smothered with bees
Plaster of Paris pie
We sang and we sang
We rejoiced it to the land
And we burned all our backs
We were flayed
On the morning of the day
When the money ran away
Aubergine hands
Aubergine hands
Aubergine hands
Sweets made of tallow, pickled sparrow
Portions of yellow mold
Cupcakes of cheese, drizzled with sneeze
Gallons of eggy tea
Butchered pumpkins, slices of bumpkins
Rotten and wormy wood
Dollops of feces, arsenic quiches
Turkey and chicken quills
We sang and we sang
We rejoiced it to the land
And we burned all our backs
We were flayed
On the morning of the day
When the money ran away
Aubergine hands
Aubergine hands
Aubergine hands
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