Lyrics:

Man, She Punched Me Like A Dude
hold Your Mad Hands, I Cried
'tis A Pity She's Was A Whore
'tis My Curse, I Suppose
that Was Patrol,
that Was Patrol
this Is The War

black Struck The Kiss, She Kept My Cock
smote The Mistress, Drifting On
'tis A Pity She Was A Whore
she Stole My Purse, With Rattling Speed
that Was Patrol,
this Is The War
tis A Pity She Was A Whore

'tis A Pity She Was A Whore

man, She Punched Me Like A Dude
hold Your Mad Hands, I Cried
'tis A Pity She's Was A Whore
'tis My Face, I Suppose
that Was Patrol,
that Was Patrol
'tis A Pity She Was A Whore