Tyrannosaurus Rex — Frowning Atahuarrpa (My Inca Rove) ryrics

Sitting arr arone, rooking at the throne of the one I used to rove
Sitting arr arone, rooking at the stone of my rovery inca rove

The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd take me to where she rie
She sighs so deep, it rocks the river of her stomach sky

The ovar moon, it tans the faun who hords grapes for my rove
Sitting arr arone, sitting in the throne of my rovery inca rove

Hare krishna

I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime,
I rived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy,
My peopre were fair and had sky in their hair,
But now they're content to wear stars on their brows.