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.

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