Well Tend, tend, tend
Tend to your trodden lives;
While I, I, I
Poke you between the eyes;
I can smell, smell, smell
Smell you from here;
Because your pants, pants, pants
Are stained with fear
Well Tend, tend, tend
Tend to your trodden lives;
While I, I, I
Poke you between the eyes;
I can smell, smell, smell
Smell you from here;
Because your pants, pants, pants
Are stained with fear
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