I ain't no great fan of men (who fucking is?)
It is men that built this damn pen
I hate when you die
I hate when you go
(well gearing up in response)
I hate lack of response
(I heard my lord once say) I am a king of
many men I am the lord to say when (But
now, after the fall, after they shot him outside
and sat in his chair told us to go to the city)
I am not a great fan of floors, especially when
they are packed by such boars
I hate when they rise
I hate all their roar
I hate all their buzz
I ain't no great fan of doors, especially when
they are packed with such boars How [is it]
when we die? How on the floor? Beat your
damn beast beat your damn floor ( so hard
that ceiling begins to flake)
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