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Prologue
Then, there's no silence or serenity,
beneficial, not always.
Queer enough, I then be able concentrate
But I listen to the teachers
I don’t care who it is
I,
I’m not the only one
Exultant...
Lyrics
I would like to be a Sailor
I would like to be a King
I would like to be an extraordinary person
Not a filthy and disposable thing
I would like to stomp around
On elephants and dromedaries
Flaunting my superior Existence
While trumpets and bassoons and didgeridoos
And clarinets will play
The anthem of my eminence.
I’m so Poor I can hardly eat,
I’m so hungry I could die.
I saw this wealthy king, this mighty arrogant king
And I thought as I looked him in the eye
You
Spoiled little excuse of a gerbil prick
I would kill you if I only had the chance to stick
Two knives in your sockets. Twist them round!
Till you lie in agony, on the ground
I fucking hate you
Fucking hate you
Fucking hate you
Fucking hate you
I fucking
Hate you
Fucking
Hate you
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