Four skulls in a square of bushes
They loved and walked and fed on garbage
Fireworks now and all were wed
Moved pool tables with bad backs

Since I hurt myself
I feel so much better
Alcohol was pouring through the victims
Suck my eyeball
As they all were happily led to death

As on the rocks they laid their breath
Take yourself a photo of my backside
Alcohol was fed to the mummies

Not too sweet, not too strong
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