The crowd's with me, all according to plan
'cause it was an admired service-man
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly
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