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Watch Your Backstab
I woke up today not in my bed But spitting out a mouthful of mud And rising I felt the bruises inside From being trampled on by a bud Who could, instead of beating me down, Have stood by just chewing his cud Alas, he wrung my innards so wrongly Come tonight I'll be shitting blood But I didn't say a word to anyone Nor have I done anything since I'll wrap my jacket around my guts And try my best not to wince
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