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Lyrics:
I remember what he said:
'We are all like spuds and bread!'
Crash at random, road-kill rage
Tarmac trauma auto slain!
I remember what he claimed:
'Shadowed blood and spit remains!'
Fur and guts and stone chip stain
Broken bones on the inner lane
I remember what he said:
'Count to ten when you see red!'
Plus plus ultra uber rage
Plus plus ultra uber rage
Behold the woods of yesterday
Just beyond the motorway
Saw a stag walking away
Thro' the frame of faraway
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