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80's You only have to say,
What you hate about today,
To be a hero of your time,
And be the one of other's crimes.
They spit and chunder,
On our world.
Spewing up,
What's been at us hurled.
Whether discreet,
Like lentils to meat,
Or simply a song,
That got playedd wrong.
I spit on your gravy,
And spin your wool,
Until the ease,
Of my disease,
Makes you fat and full.
