We split all our hires
Filled our lungs with ire
'Cause life isn't fire, it seemed dire
Our voices went moot
As we donned our new soot
Trying not to be root, to boot
Taking our best shut
Giving what we gut
Let us wither and rut, and cut
'Cause we're outta look
So we're passing the book
And the rest we'll just shook, like a crook
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