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Exactly then who are we supposed to be? | Exactly then who are we supposed to be? | ||
This damn peasants clothes don't even fit me | This damn peasants clothes don't even fit me | ||
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| + | ==A Hulaferd work chant, as transcribed by Brute Screamking, scribe to Countess Yukiko== | ||
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| + | <pre>Tax collection pay, and the army's ready to work | ||
| + | Talking about the weekend, rubbing Lukon in the dirt | ||
| + | Some heading to slaughter families, some find anyone to hurt | ||
| + | Some hanging out in Hulaferd doing lots of Civil Work. | ||
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| + | Working on the highroad slogging through the black slop | ||
| + | Working on the highroad my life is gone if I dare stop | ||
| + | Working on the highroad carting corpses round the clock | ||
| + | Working on the highroad, working on the highroad. | ||
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| + | I'll work for the Countess until I'm 95 | ||
| + | All day I hold her war banner and pass the other soldiers by | ||
| + | In my head I keep a picture of that terrifying Miss | ||
| + | Someday, Mister, I'm gonna die for her and nevermore experience | ||
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| + | Working on the highroad slogging through the black slop | ||
| + | Working on the highroad with no Lukonites to mock | ||
| + | Working on the highroad parying Yukiko doesn't bash my face with a rock | ||
| + | Working on the highroad, working on the highroad. | ||
</pre> | </pre> | ||
Revision as of 10:40, 7 November 2005
An adaptaion of the immortal words of T'hClash the Earsplitting by Pharmakeus
Dethargos you gotta let us know… Should we stay or should we go? If you say that we should police the mine We'll be here 'til the end of time So you got to let us know Should we stay or should we go? Oh Dethargos with you it is… Always tease tease tease You're happy when we knock peasants to their knees One day your fine, the next your mood is black So if you really do want us off your back Well come on and let us know Should we Stay or should we go? Your indecision is bugging me If you don't want us to set these peasant dogs free Exactly then who are we supposed to be? This damn peasants clothes don't even fit me
A Hulaferd work chant, as transcribed by Brute Screamking, scribe to Countess Yukiko
Tax collection pay, and the army's ready to work Talking about the weekend, rubbing Lukon in the dirt Some heading to slaughter families, some find anyone to hurt Some hanging out in Hulaferd doing lots of Civil Work. Working on the highroad slogging through the black slop Working on the highroad my life is gone if I dare stop Working on the highroad carting corpses round the clock Working on the highroad, working on the highroad. I'll work for the Countess until I'm 95 All day I hold her war banner and pass the other soldiers by In my head I keep a picture of that terrifying Miss Someday, Mister, I'm gonna die for her and nevermore experience Working on the highroad slogging through the black slop Working on the highroad with no Lukonites to mock Working on the highroad parying Yukiko doesn't bash my face with a rock Working on the highroad, working on the highroad.
