Archaeologist Songtext

The archaeologists found
Some little boy's remains
Staying by the fire and clouds

Don't speak to me now

The day he died
Belly of a whale, belly of a whale, belly of a whale

Packed up and shipped to London
Discard, discard the rotted parts
As if they're hardened lungs.
Belly of a whale, belly of a whale, belly of a whale...
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