Madness from the land of the broken mirror

The trap with the sap caught the grue that is blue.
The cage with the sage holds the moose that got loose.

The keg with the leg contains the beer that we fear.
The glass with the ass contains the ale that is pale.
The mug with the thug contains the mead that we need.
The flask with the mask contains the tea that is free.

You.
You fragged.
You fragged me.
You fragged me.
You fragged me so fast.
You fragged me so fast.
You fragged me so fast,
and I was not the last.
Chainsaw, pistol, shotgun, rockets,
unleashing doom right from you pockets.
Yeah... death. Yeah... death.
Chainsaw, pistol, shotgun, rockets,
unleashing doom right from you pockets.
Yeah... death. Yeah... death.

let's start at the very beginning,
a very bad place to start.
When you lie to the public you start F-O-X.
When you kill and you lie you start C-I-A,
The first terrosist just happend to say. C-I-A.
C-I-A F-B-I A-T-F.

This is part of a story I'm making up.
Billy Ray Cyrus plays Satan, and farts.
Some gas masked hero shows up wearing a trench coat.
And launches some pathetic flares, which bounce off.
The flares leave expanding cones of flame behind.
The hero runs off to find something more effective.

Just smell my fart.
My helly, smelly fart.
I just don't think you comprehend.
That when you smell my fart.
My helly, smelly fart.
You will be puking to your end.
The expanding methane flames
are looking pretty lame.
compared to the fires down below.
The horrid rotten stench,
is like a great war trench.
Making you wish for clearing snow.
My domain is Hell,
It's where I got this smell.

I've just been told.
The beer I drank is Cooper Gold
They say that it is made from mold.
Is it realy made from mold?

Kraut, kraut, sausage and kraut.
That is the meal I am talkin' about.

I want an old drug. One I already know
One that doesn't act too fast, One that doesn't act too slow
I want an old drug. One that just works.
One that was known to the romans. One that was known to the turks.
One that won't make me shivver. Shakin' in my shoes.
One that won't make me want to sing the blues.

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