You need to kick his ass That's what I'd do I heard him talking shit I'll be right next to you Pouring poison in your ear Loathing and fear As he tries to make trouble And sucks up your beer You need to kick his ass That's what I'd do I heard him talking shit I'll be right next to you The dehydrated cackle Of a thirsty vampire Who feeds on decay And funeral pyres You need to kick his ass That's what I'd do I heard him talking shit I'll be right next to you As you flail in bloody folly The demon disappears To start endless quarrels On through the years You need to kick his ass That's what I'd do I heard him talking shit I'll be right next to you by Richard W. Bray
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