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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Little Devil Murderer

Little Devil sword's man,
murderer of a hundred men...
look, oh look, there she walks,
without the slightest word of worry,
oh wait she looks like in a hurry...

the world's just awfully fucked...
but wait, there he walks,
with that bare chested strut...
oh good lord, look at that burrow,
the one just underneath that furrow...

Little Devil sword's man,
murderer of a hundred men...
look, oh look, there she walks,
without the slightest word of worry,
oh wait she looks like in a hurry...

Me and my thoughts, all astray,
the dogs now know the way...
watch out for the sign post,
the directions they be not,
they are naught for froth...

Little Devil sword's man,
murderer of a hundred men...
look, oh look, there she walks,
without the slightest word of worry,
oh wait she looks like in a hurry...

The olden stories now rest in lyre,
she burned right through the pyre,
dreaming, good night, keep it alright...
She ain't not coming for you tonight,
count your luck, your blessing is up....

Little Devil Murderer, it is not a man...

look, oh look, there she walks,
without the slightest word of worry,
oh wait she looks like in a hurry...
that's when she last laughed...

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