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they roll us out of our bed at daybreak
we practice on finding our way
same thing over- we losing track
we set up camp in the NEXT ditch out back

just bark and lizards for food
that's okay, I'll just eat my own poo
our water is yellowish green
that's okay cos it is called "Camp Latrine"

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"make no plans to go out at night"
Harvey did too and then returned with a bite
for protection: our tents 'gainst wind blow
wind sends us up, the tent's quality's low

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went to get it, campfire wood, only me
quality except the one that had fangs
while we're singing, half of our tents do burn down
and the whole of my eyebrows as well
with some nettles, we had to make our own beds
we'd rather sleep propped on a vertical spear
but more we suffer, the more we feel nature's caress
right?
(everyone except Harvey): yeah!

my head-pillow is thistles-made
it grows into my mouth and I wake
so I open the camp leaders door
their mating habits, more than I bargained for
next day, try to sing song
it's kinda hard with my swollen-up tongue
doc said it's a new kind disease
another banner day on Camp Latrine!

ho hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
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"in that stream, please don't go washing your face"
Harvey did and now we call him "meat"-head
in the forest we met a hermit named Steve
we slept over and I woke sans my pants
I looked up to see the orioles' nest
but I ended up with poo on my face
the more we suffer, the more we feel nature's caress
right?
(everyone except "meat"-head): ehhh...