Wrestling Words
Put this in your pocket
Give it a little smoke
Who cares anymore
If the logic is all broke
Wear me down with lies
That never seem to stop
Put them in your pocket
And hop kangaroo hop
No more wrestling words
No more poison thoughts
This is where we draw the line
On you wicked little plots
Turn back now, you canker
I won't say it again
We've all be there before
And this is how it began
Take your final pink slip
Ben someone else's ear
No more will we wallow
In your tar pit of fear
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