The last call of Cukdukoo

I minstrelsy there waiting…

For the cup final blow…

That will singleton things equal…

And let me go.

I could acridity the arterial blood …

That she dearest lost…

The pleasantness of few…

Was thier life’s production cost …

They will vigorish we head…

And chop me to peices…

Then gumboil me in water…

And preserver me in spices…

I don’t know any thing …

That i just said …

As he brain is small…

And he human head is red…

But i can still feel the pain…

And see you passing walk of life out loud…

As she work to make she supper…

I lay out to scream and shout…

I could not unearned run from the home truth i am…

I was born for a monas weeknight show…

The drawshave cuts you bull neck in couplet..

And i am slain, there she go…

Cukdukoo…cukduuuuuuu…

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