In the alpine villiage of Boyence
Bare-chested and wearing amulets
Three hundred machete-weilding peasants,
The three hundred inhabitants,
Heard the noises made when icebergs crack
It's quite an eerie sound to here the Earth ripping apart like dat
In a village close to the border
Demonstrations and rioting can occur with little or no warning
Cheering and youthful pilgrams on the streets by the millions
And a command from her majesty
To order our national flowers or virgins
To converge at the Luetezieni palace on Sunday
So that they can drop their woolen tassles on Monday
Beyond a backdrop of banditry and armed rivalry
Ingeniusly barbaric machete-weilding peasants
Perform victory jigs in idolitry
Three sailors were drowned in lake
When they became entangled in underwater vegetation
Creating murky plume that stretched for miles
To a make-shift morgue
'Farewell, Cousin, because here we're frozen'
Said Hans Rutie, a successful Swiss corn broker
Ander was swept away by a swollen torrent overnight
He used to dance at the souveinr shop
Between two arrant strips of cloth
Media critic, David Shah, dies alone at 62
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In the alpine villiage of Boyence
Bare-chested and wearing amulets
Three hundred machete-weilding peasants,
The three hundred inhabitants,
Heard the noises made when icebergs crack
It's quite an eerie sound to here the Earth ripping apart like dat
In a village close to the border
Demonstrations and rioting can occur with little or no warning
Cheering and youthful pilgrams on the streets by the millions
And a command from her majesty
To order our national flowers or virgins
To converge at the Luetezieni palace on Sunday
So that they can drop their woolen tassles on Monday
Beyond a backdrop of banditry and armed rivalry
Ingeniusly barbaric machete-weilding peasants
Perform victory jigs in idolitry
Three sailors were drowned in lake
When they became entangled in underwater vegetation
Creating murky plume that stretched for miles
To a make-shift morgue
'Farewell, Cousin, because here we're frozen'
Said Hans Rutie, a successful Swiss corn broker
Ander was swept away by a swollen torrent overnight
He used to dance at the souveinr shop
Between two arrant strips of cloth
Media critic, David Shah, dies alone at 62
Bare-chested and wearing amulets
Three hundred machete-weilding peasants,
The three hundred inhabitants,
Heard the noises made when icebergs crack
It's quite an eerie sound to here the Earth ripping apart like dat
In a village close to the border
Demonstrations and rioting can occur with little or no warning
Cheering and youthful pilgrams on the streets by the millions
And a command from her majesty
To order our national flowers or virgins
To converge at the Luetezieni palace on Sunday
So that they can drop their woolen tassles on Monday
Beyond a backdrop of banditry and armed rivalry
Ingeniusly barbaric machete-weilding peasants
Perform victory jigs in idolitry
Three sailors were drowned in lake
When they became entangled in underwater vegetation
Creating murky plume that stretched for miles
To a make-shift morgue
'Farewell, Cousin, because here we're frozen'
Said Hans Rutie, a successful Swiss corn broker
Ander was swept away by a swollen torrent overnight
He used to dance at the souveinr shop
Between two arrant strips of cloth
Media critic, David Shah, dies alone at 62
Writer: MELORA CREAGER
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