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You may know who will be king
Or what Jesus really said
You may know what happens to the soul of man when he is dead
But you don’t know what goes on
In your kitchen every night when you’re in bed.
There’s a thumping and a pumping and a slicing and a
Dicing and the patter of a thousand tiny feet.
But you don’t know what they’re baking
No, you don’t know what they’re making
In your kitchen every night when you’re asleep.
We’re at work while you’re awake
We’re at work while you’re asleep
And you don’t know who we are
But you do know what we eat
And one day we will take over
Yes one day we will take charge
And you won’t be there to fight, we will make our move at night
when you’re asleep
When you see something whizzing by
In the corner of your eye it’s one of them
When you could swear that there were two beers in the fridge
Instead of one, it’s of them
Now there’s a horrid belching sound from a cavern underground
That’s gets louder and more menacing each night, and you don’t
Know for what foul beast they carry off a steaming feast
From your kitchen, my dear friend, while you sleep tight
Every carrot, every pea is a tiny victory,
For an army that is waiting to be fed
And you could have made a change, it would have been within your range
Every night if you hadn’t been in bed
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