asian grain
fallin from the ceiling like the pouring rain
all the time is slowly going down the drain
I can feel it in my brain
and when I wake
everybody everywhere
will bring me cake
and I'll be sitting pretty with your pretty face
but I dont even know your name
and things always seems so sad
when I get that wake up call
to think all the times we had
were never really had at all
asian grain
swirling around the room like a hurricane
it falls it rises it falls again
faster than a speeding train
five four three
if you want some grain
then just say please
we've got enough that we can feed the factories
over and over again
and things always seems so sad
when I get that wake up call
to think all the times we had
were never really had at all
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