All The Scoundrals
Looking out the window to see all the scoundrals walk the street
dragging behind them dragging their hands and feet
maybe i'm one of them
they want me to join them
maybe if i count to ten
these sheep and pigs will scatter away
i'm not one of them
but im apart of them
i see what they see
you know what to do
go back to bed and sleep all day
maybe when you wake up
the pigs and the sheep would have run away.
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