Four skulls in a square of bushes
Fireworks now and all were wed
They loved and walked and fed on garbage
Moved pool tables with bad backs
Since I hurt myself
I feel so much better
s** my eyeball
Alcohol was pouring through the victims
As on the rocks they laid their breath
Alcohol was fed to the mummies
As they all were happily led to d**h
Take yourself a photo of my backside
Printed up on the front page
Not too sweet, not too strong
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