Rag,nYour face is like my unclenMy uncle is a junglenA jungle is a tanglenA tangle makes you stranglennAnd Rag,nA rose is not a robotnAnd whores in need of hose save three cents for thin ski pants.nnAnd Rag,nYou chose your hell a whole lot,nAnd then you complain when you find your hole's too deep and too hot.