Down with them all How I would love to Sink the boat with all them inside Lock the doors and smile and wave Smash the bottom, nowhere to hide. How I long to Coat them all in yellow paint Throw the labels in their faces And tell them I'm not their mate. How I wish I could Bring down the sun from the clear blue sky Burn them all with natural bliss Watch and laugh as they start to fry. Kick in their heads, Send them off to hell Rib off their chains And smash in their teeth. I'd be doing this world a favor A favor for my mate God. He doesn't want them, Everyone hates them, The social outcasts, Who want down with us all I'm still waiting, As your still hating me Bring it on down Or shut your mouths You’re a disgrace, You’ve soap in your nightmares, The sun loves only me, I smell the flowers it helps grow You do nothing, And boast about it. Your star will never shine.Birth sign: Aquarius
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