March Of The Sinister Ducks
Everyone thinks they're such sweet little things
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Soft downy feathers and nice little wings
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But there's a poison I'd like to administer,
You think they're cuddly but I think they're sinister.
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What are they doing at night in the park?
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Think of them waddling about in the dark.
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Sneering and whispering and stealing your cars,
Reading pornography, smoking cigars.
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Nasty and small undeserving of life.
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They smirk at your hairstyle and sleep with your wife.
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Dressed in black jackets and horrible shoes,
Getting divorces and turning to booze.
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Forcing old ladies to throw them some bread.
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Who could deny they'd be better off dead?
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Look closer and you may recoil in surprise,
At web-footed fascists with mad little eyes.
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La Marche des Canards Sinistres
Tout le monde pense qu'ils sont de si petites choses mignonnes
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Des plumes douces et de jolies petites ailes
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Mais il y a un poison que j'aimerais leur donner,
Tu les trouves câlins mais moi je les trouve sinistres.
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Que font-ils la nuit dans le parc ?
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Pense à eux se dandiner dans le noir.
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Ricanant et chuchotant et volant tes voitures,
Lisant de la pornographie, fumant des cigares.
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Méchants et petits, ne méritant pas la vie.
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Ils se moquent de ta coiffure et couchent avec ta femme.
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Vêtus de vestes noires et de chaussures horribles,
Divorçant et se tournant vers l'alcool.
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Forçant les vieilles dames à leur jeter du pain.
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Qui pourrait nier qu'ils seraient mieux morts ?
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Regarde de plus près et tu pourrais reculer de surprise,
Devant des fascistes à pattes palmées avec des yeux fous.
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Escrita por: Alan Moore / Alex Green / David J