| Gossard | |
| (dog playing tug-of-war) | |
| All my rivals will see what I have in store. My gun. | |
| I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir. Red sun. | |
| And this nations' about to explode. | |
| You're disciples are riddled with metaphors. Well hung. | |
| Better pony up and bring both your barrels full. Not one. | |
| As we release this unspeakable toll. Woh. | |
| How's our mother to damn these contributors. With mud. | |
| How will the man who made chemicals difficult. Shed blood. | |
| How's our father supposed to be told. | |
| I don't. Woh. |
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