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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!


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