drink of the poison chalice
eat the curates egg
lose your bloody mind then go straight to bed
pull all your hairs out scream then shout some more
for the milk of human kindness don't be such a tiresome bore
life is full of problems for us to overcome
so wipe your tears forget your cares
and listen to the sound of the drum
can you hear your calling it's at the barrel of a gun
the sun is shining burning bright now learn to wipe your bum
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