Old Brigadier
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Old brigadier Helping Old lady pack Cold cold cold unfresh groceries Old brigadier Watching Scissors fall down Fall down fall down like rain And it will never stop, no it never stops Old brigadier Crumples Himself inside Some tiny little Little little tiny little oven And it's over For him, her and me And for everybody else So we all take our sits In a bus straight to hell We're all clowns Old brigadier Used to fly so up high But now he's Roasted, toasted, crunchy, crispy, Suicide.