I hate my Mailbox.
People always throw their eggs.
Run over by
The tower stares a soldier down
Makes him sleep to complete
Heaven knows my name by heart!
Count Paunch the Saints scream
Pasta! Pasta! You taste so good when drowning.
You beat up
(Spoken)
Go blinky, it's your birthday
We're going to rave like it's
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