Ben Franklin Mob H3

Way up North where the air is cold
You know we (ain’t) got not gold
We make our money from the seal skins we sold
Me I love the killing cause it’s so damn fulfilling
And I hate to see a baby seal grow old

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You don’t kill a baby seal because you need a meal
You kill him so you can hear that little fucker squeal
You bash him in the head and you do it with a brick
And you poke him in the eye with your eye-poking stick

My mother was a little mean
My father was a bit obscene
I guess that could explain the way I feel
I know you won’t believe me but
My woman wants to leave me
I guess I’ll take it out on a baby seal!

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Slice ’em, dice ’em, rototill ’em
Chop ’em up or just plain kill ’em
Make ’em into little tiny bales
I know it won’t be very long,
Baby seals will all be gone
So I’ll have to start killing off the whales

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Greenpeace wants to lock me up
For what I’ve done to those seal pups
Lock me up and throw me in the keel
But momma momma don’t you cry
‘Cause you know that when I die
I’ll be coming back as a baby seal

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