Bra skit

Could he listen no he won't that's all she wrote
He'll be dead before the daylight shines
But the thoughts and prayers of a millinon strong
Might keep this fool from dying

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Down and out, I scream and I shout.
For this man from whom I need my advice
If the price is your life son, you'd better think twice
As you march to the front like a soldier

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And so the story's told of a hearty group of men
It's a tale of their triumphs and their woes.
Be it raids and melees ancient or the modern worker's struggle
that inspires men to stand up for their rights.

And should we fall down by the wayside in this ever-changing world
we can look back to these heroes of our past.
With their staunch determination and ferocious iron will,
no tyranny would quell them in their task.

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Murphy, Murphy, darling dear
I long for you now night and day
Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy
I feel now I've lost you to health and good cheer

Darcy, when I met you I was five years too young
A boy beyond his age, or so I'd tell someone
Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care
Still I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share

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Well it's all gone to hell now the wimps have gangs
Pop punk tough guys with neck tattoos
Well if you guys are hard then I'd rather be soft
Man I gotta find me some seriously sensitive dudes

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Och denna lördagskväll är vanlig skit...