The Man

Later the man who holds the paper
Disperses it so greatly
Though living is a maybe
We're all gonna die young
Living can't be fun
Wrinkled up and done
We're all gonna die young

Later the man grabs his paper
Disperses it so greatly
Then drops a bomb on Haiti
And then they all die young
And then they all die young
And then they all die young
And then they all die young
Later the man grabs his paper
Disperses it so greatly
Drops a bomb on babies
And drops a bomb on babies
And drops a bomb on babies
And drops a bomb on babies
And drops a bomb on babies
And drops a bomb on



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Writer(s): Shyne Shanaman
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