Too many find,
That they have started...
Humming to a doo-doo.
To not know when,
The ending stops.
Humming to a doo-doo.
Onto of rocks they sit a lot,
Humming to a doo-doo.
And staying there,
With ears to block.
Humming to a doo-doo.
They want to think they keep,
From coming...
Cuckoo!
Like many they have seen become
Cuckoo.
To block their eyes,
And ears to hear.
While humming to a doo-doo.
Tired of D'ceit and the dupes.
Humming to a doo-doo.
They think they keep themselves
From coming...
Cuckoo!
Like many they have seen become
Cuckoo!
Numb and stunned left cuckoo.
Numb and stunned left cuckoo.
To get in deeper doo-doo.
Knee deep in dupe and doo-doo.
They block their eyes and cover ears.
Humming to a doo-doo.
Fearing that which does appear.
Those knee deep to dupe.
To get in deeper doo-doo.
Too many find that they have started,
Humming to a doo-doo.
Numb and stunned and cuckoo.
To get in deeper doo-doo.
Duped.
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