[mburbank]

Bodies is red
'till bodies turn blue
Oh my lumps in the ruins
How I've slaughtered you.

soldiers are deader
But more theirs than mine
The wife mends the fences with that fucking French guy.

I've outed a spy and I lied about nukes
When the frog kissed your claw I wanted to pukes
I probably missed you, says so in my notes,
Touch that French Fuck again and I'll tear out your throat.