attack on tir asleen

We may not have a common tongue,
 But we all hate Bavmorda.
 We've given her reason
 Given her guile.
 Given her prophecy,
 But there's one reason to put you here,
 Because we all hate Bavmorda.
 I won't be complacent when our womb spits forth
 A hopeful future.
 That baby gets so ugly along the way
 (And that hate is special in every way)
 I'll stab you in the neck and spit upon your argument
 Hand over your tongue,
 That question never should have arose.
 We should be back to back
 And if I cut your skin off, you'd look just like me
 And you'll be skewered like a boar,
 When you stare into the sunset
 (Thinking you can't trust a soul)
 Those fallacies are cherished akin to chastity,
 Though they're never given up as easy
 "You're all pigs!" they scream
 Destroy the beast and find the baby
 No wonder its been so easy
 Pigs can't stand the smell of blood
 I'll give you my head, wouldn't that be so special
 Wouldn't it be better if we were not so clever
 And maybe we'll have better luck next time
 Don't even take a chance
 Don't even dip your feet in
 You'll just break your neck
 Because there's nothing left.