Some one once said I was a nice person, so I stabbed him in the mouth with a pencil, went right through one cheek and out the other.
No one ever made that mistake again.
Some one once said I was a nice person, so I stabbed him in the mouth with a pencil, went right through one cheek and out the other.
No one ever made that mistake again.
Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan
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