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Expert in my trade,
I fly to Antarctica.
Been paid to strike down my drill
in Disputed Oblast chill.
Endless liquid supplies.
Pilot reeks, all is well.
A strip of white
to guide through icy hell.
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Deep drillin',
no chillin'!
Disregard contamination!
Diesel fuel lubrication!
Pound of butter
to warm me up again.
(Up again.)
Subglacial waters beneath,
mapped by echoes, clear and true.
Aim for the heart
of Kropotkin's old mark.
In sediments of ancient lake,
how does one find a sustenance?
Through mile-long shaft, I shout:
"Half-way down, to let you out!"
Half-way to an ice-core sample.
[CHORUS]
Penetration fact,
bottle uncapped.
Bringing up the goodies,
by our pact.
Heave the haul,
from depths untold.
On the workbench,
tales unfold.
From heat death,
creatures rise.
Resurrected before our eyes!
Long-lost cousin, or an alien,
hold my butyl-covered hand!
[CHORUS]
Penetration fact,
bottle uncapped.
Bringing up the goodies,
by our pact.
Heave the haul,
from depths untold.
On the workbench,
tales unfold.
From heat death, creatures!
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