Scary B.O.O.M. - Crocodile Hunting

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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