poor old gild
his hair is too long
innocent child
has killed his song
and the sky fell down toady,
and hit me in the head
i think i'm dead
poor fat pig
he is my dinner
poor loser
is not a winner
and the sun burst into flames,
and the world's about to end
we can't pretend
it's not
poor old gild
his hair is too long....
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