A dept not to be paid
so they say as we laid
our plead they never heard
and our plans without a head
a dept we never owe
a knock at our weak door
the deptors, long married to the floor
to our lantern you plan to buy
though sand as money
but you dare not try
and lies to all that seem friendly
a dept we never owe
our pleads were'nt heard
and all we have to do is pray
my brethren without their head
and all we have to do is pray
a dept we never owe.
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