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The jungle near Manaus The Amazonas full of piranhas The birds of paradise Disappear into the green desert For years and years We are hungry and desperate For the only thing worth living The excess We end our Great Mission Exhausted and sad And there is no hope left When suddenly In a cloud of golden smog The father of excess Jumps out of the water of The Amazonas full of piranhas And screams to the lost souls What are you doing at the Amazonas Leave Manaus full of piranhas [burp!] You will not find excess in the jungle And then He opened the green curtain Made of fleshy leaves and said I show you the excess of the Asphalt a Montmartre