Songtext von Queens of the Circulating Library

I am a queen of the circulating library I have declared an amnesty All books may be returned without a penalty Return the books to me Return the books Don't burn the books You cut down the trees to make paper disease It's in the trees: it's coming Return the book of knowledge Return the marble index File under "Paradox" The forest is a college, each tree a university I am a queen of the circulated library I'm here to answer your enquiry All knowledge resides within me Your membership has expired You are way past expiry dates Words, words, words, words! You may as well listen to the birds