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Your time is near, the mission's clear |
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It's later than we think |
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Before you slip into the night |
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You'll want something to drink |
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Steal away before the dawn, and |
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Bring us back good news |
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But if you've tread in primal soup |
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Please wipe it from your shoes |
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Just then a porthole pirate |
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Scourged the evening with his cry |
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And sanctuary bugs deprived |
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The monkey of its thigh |
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A dust arose and clogged my nose |
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Before I could blink twice |
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Despite the stuff that bubbled up |
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I gave some last advice: |
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The flesh from Satan's dogs |
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Will make the rudiments of gruel |
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Deduct the carrots from your pay |
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You worthless swampy fool |
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Exploding then through fields and fen |
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And swimming in the mire |
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The septic maiden's gargoyle tooth |
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Demented me with fire |
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I drifted where the current chose |
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Afloat upon my back |
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And if perchance a newt slimed by |
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I'd stuff it in my sack |
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Soon I felt a bubble form, Somewhere below my skin |
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But with handy spine of hedgehog |
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I removed the force within |
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Suzie then removed her mask |
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And caused a mighty stir |
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The angry mob responded |
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Taking turns at grabbing her |
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The foggy cavern's musty grime |
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Appeared within my palm |
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I snatched Rick's fork to scrape it off |
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With deadly icy calm |
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[original lyrics - from 4.22.90] |
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(The brothel wife then grabbed a knife |
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And slashed me on the tongue |
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I turned the blade back on the bitch |
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And dropped her in the dung) |
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The crowd meanwhile had taken Sue |
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And used her like a rag |
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To mop the slime from where the slug |
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Had slithered with the bag |
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In summing up, the moral seems |
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A little bit obscure... |
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Give the director a serpent deflector |
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a mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector |
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a cushion convector, a pitcher of nectar |
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a virile dissector,a hormone collector |
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Whatever you do take care of your shoes |
