Live people do.
Amid the hunt and bother.
Hunting and bothering each other to hunt,
As they grunt through their hunt and their bother.
Live people do.
Amid those bleeding, bleeding out.
They’ve given up their clout.
For what they gotta shout?
They’ve given up on the hunt, they have.
They’ve given up on the hunt.
They’re gonna be the smallest of the runt.
Someone gonna kick them in the rump.
Then they gonna pull ’em out like a stump.
So they’ll be a hole.
A whole lot better than they were.
Better to start again, start again.
Better to start again.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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