Crocodile Hunting

Scary B.O.O.M

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There're narrow dirty streets
There's a dim sun and daily fights
There're so many small concerns
And only dreams make spirits bright

The dreams of crocodile hunting among the palm-trees
Crocodile hunting shall never cease

A lot of problems wrack my brain
I always have an aching head
I hope for the best in vain
I only can go to bed

I see crocodile hunting among the palm-trees
Crocodile hunting shall never cease

For me it's clear as day
I'll perish in this dirty city
I'm happy when I sleep: Oh dear!
I have to wake up. What a pity!

Goodbye crocodile hunting among the palm-trees
Crocodile hunting shall never cease