A three-year-old on the telephone said,
‘I’ve ordered my Big Brother pizza, let us
Kneel in the doorway and wait for pizza.’
A three-year-old on the telephone said,
‘I’ve ordered my Big Brother pizza, let us
Kneel in the doorway and wait for pizza.’
We slaughtered 3600 pigs today,
Then punched-out for an afterwork party,
Before we punched-in again. Horey!
I’m hungry for some bread, give me $20.
I’m hungry for some butter, give me $20.
I’m hungry for something I’ll never know.
All the while we sing, dance and laugh,
Only in dreams, I’m hungry give me $20.
But we do not know what we are, I say.
And a man with a machine-gun swings-in
From stage left, to spread Christmas joy,
From man to man, then boy to boy, a toy.
For there are realms of sorrow today
And tomorrow; and only in death will
Our cold bodies know what’s best for us.
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