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You can chop off my blonde head

But it will grow back

And I'll invite my other tow-headed friends

Of which there are many

And we'll drink your poison

But we won't leave

This is war, my friend

But eventually our heads will be blown off

But you won't get any satisfaction

For it'll be the wind that decapitates us

After our tops turn white and dry

And rain down like bullets

But that will only bring more of us

You'll never win