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A song for the rushes
Beating a drumbeating a drumbeating a drum
Harsh light ouchy it hurts
Greesy spoon, mmmm yummmy
Yummm yummmy in my tummmy
Swirled round and round and round
Out the hole and back inside a little universe
The cemetary is a convention for the dead
A seminar on decomposition is held underground
In attendance: ants, maggots, silverfish
Swords are drawn: attack!
Beaten back, we are beaten back, like a drumbeating back like a drum
All ye of little life, all ye faithful may now perish
The sooner the apocalypse arrives the better (no more worrying)
Take me out to the ball game, buy me some billets and stroboscopes
I dont care if I never come back, cause it root, root root for you food dear, if you dont you will die
Cause it's 1 2 3 times I've told you to alwaaaaaaays cry!!!!!
Let's play ball!
