Auckland from Hoferlanz II by LANZ

They might be giants and they,
they might conceit themselves
and then they line up with the holding heirs. 
Up acting flirting minstrels
they might just save me from you
and I'm left standing on the folding chair. 
And they'll say...
Feed the fire the same way. 
You might just like it, like it how we say. 
Feed the fire the old way.
You won't be watching, watching when they pay. 
They might be giants and they,
they've always loved us all.
They stuff their pockets with your blank dismay. 
Don't want to drink they're Cool Aid. Don't want to wind wind they're watches.
Don't want to hear their voices as they say
and they'll say...
Feel the way we bring it down. 
Feel the way we bring it down. 
All the time it's...
Ooeeooeeooeeooeeooh, in to the shining sun. 
Ooeeooeeooeeooeeooh, in to the shining sun.
They might be giants, but they, 
they might just slay themselves
and then I'll line like the ghostly heir.
Stand up and take your blessings. 
Count each and every day. 
To skip a breath is how they make you pay. 
And I'll say...
Ooeeooeeooeeooeeooh, in to the shining sun. 
Ooeeooeeooeeooeeooh, in to the shining sun.

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