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  1. Everywhere I hear no sound of munching, crunching people
    Cause summer’s here and the time is right for foraging in the street, boy
    But what can a poor country do
    ‘Cept to blame it on another land?
    Cause in what’s left of this dying Caracas
    There’s just no need for a sleek frying pan
    No

    Hey! Think the time is right for inflation and a schism
    But where I live the game they play is communist socialism
    Well, then what can a poor country do
    ‘Cept to blame it on a more rockin’ land?
    Thanks to the Left in this dying Caracas
    There’s no need this week for a frying pan
    No

    Hey! Saved all week to eat this varmint
    I’ll shout and scream, I’ll kill the king, I’ll rail at all his Charmin
    But what can a poor country do
    ‘Cept to get Rickrolled again?
    There’s nothing left in this dying Caracas
    You just not going to see no sleek frying pans
    No

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