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vs1   Lemmings are unhappy with
   The people in their land
   One weasel whipped them up
   And made them have a show of hands
   
   Sev'nty-two percent came out and
   Fifty-two of those
   Made their mark to get them out
   And jumping off the cliff was what they chose
   
ch1   And they sing, and they shout
   And they clamber to get out
   And they dance, and they sing
   Of the better life they're sure that this will bring
   
vs2   Their leader was disposed of and
   A robot took his place
   A joyless drone with dead grey eyes
   No emotion on her face
   
   It didn't seem to matter that
   The pitch was only lies
   The frightened victors disappeared
   In fear that the they'd be made to realise
   
ch2   But still they laugh and they shout
   At their victory getting out
   And the round and attack
   All their 'enemies' who'd want to keep them in
   
vs3   The robot first reached out and
   made a wolf her new best friend
   With lusting eyes and orange skin
   He offered her his hand
   
   He eyed up all the lemmings
   And he licked his lips and grinned
   But in his mind the picture was
   An abattoir; the lemmings skinned and tinned
   
ch3   And they sing, and they shout
   And they clamber to get out
   And they dance, and they sing
   Of the better life they're sure that this will bring
   
vs4   And so as gentle spring
   Spread across the mellow land
   The lemmings gather at the cliff
   And there they stop and stand
   
   they look out into the abyss
   At their uncertain fait
   The robot with the cold dead eyes
   _Pulls the trigger, then it's all too late
   
end   And they jump, and they leap
   And they fall into the deep
   
   Some will sink, some will drown
   Righteous fervour going down
   
   Try to grasp, try to hold
   Where's this future they foretold
   
   And the wolf, and the shark
   Eyes are hungry, teeth are sharp
   
   [their] former friends give no hope
   Pour decourager les autres
   
   But the failure is the fault
   Of the sceptics who revolt