The Good Gland
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Cause mine don’t work
Like buddy the jerk
Who called me a troll
And that name’s toll
Sent me on a roll
That pushed my soul
Aside.
So me and buddy collide.
I tell him open your ass wide
I got some steel toed nines
That you’ll soon find
Change you mind
Gonna hoof some soul back inta ya.