"They made a statue of us,
And put it on a mountain top.
Now tourists come and stare at us,
Blow bubbles with their gum,
Take photographs have fun,
Have fun.
They'll name a city after us,
And later say it's all our fault.
Then they'll give us a talkin' to,
Then they'll give us a talkin' to,
'cuz they've got years of experience.
We're living in a den of theives,
Rummaging for answers in the pages.
We're living in a den of theives,
And it's contagious, and it's contagious,
And it's contagious, and it's contagious.
We wear our scarves just like a knoose,
But not 'cuz we want eternal sleep.
And though our parts are slightly used,
New ones are slave labor you can keep"
(Regina Spektor)
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