There are bodies stren all over my
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Bedroom floor
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I don't know how they got there
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But I'm sure it's the fuckers in their ships
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Taunting everyone who walks by as
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They sail through my front lawn
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Through my bedroom window not a window at all
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But a hole that peasant left with his cannonball fun
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They look so pretty
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Pretty weak to have let it go on this long
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There are still bodies thrown on my
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Bedroom floor
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I don't know how they got there
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But I have a plan now
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Sir they say we aren't really here
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So don't just try to punish us
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You are the one who has lost his mind
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We didn't bring the bodies
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We didn't throw them on your floor
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You are the one who has lost his mind
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They look so pretty
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Pretty weak to have let it go on this long
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Sir they say we aren't really here
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So don't just try to punish us
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You are the one who has lost his mind
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We didn't bring the bodies
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We didn't put them on your floor
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You are the one who has lost his mind
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They look so pretty
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Pretty weak to have let it go on this long
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Slow Good Morning
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| Poison The Well |
