Can't man this little
battalion stand up
you plastic cowards!
who limp my labor!
I've... tried...
EVERYTHING!
Re-read the manual, mailed in the rebate-
only to feel the bottom line inhaling my heels.

Can't bed this box of
stranger's straight razors,
loincloths and toolbelts,
can barely lift the thing... is...
DEAD!
Dead to my family, drunk on my junk mail-
I am the only hole black enough to wolf your world.

Well, the bells soon'll ring, yes the siren soon'll sing, Hallelujah Daddy's gonna make it all right!
Well, the bells soon'll ring, yes the siren soon'll sing, Hallelujah Daddy's got it taken care of!


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