World War Two Boy Lyrics

Hey World War II boy
Foreboding battlewagon fodder
Forelock missing with your luck
Keeps you up at night

Mare's moon tangles both your feet
Drags you down helplessly step a fake
Tombstones piling up your last mistake
We all wait for you; give us a break, give us a break

Sashay, sashay through the sarcasm
Stalking, skulking through the sargassum Planning revenge on your friends
Planning revenge on your friends
Planning revenge on your friends

Your calendery search is nearing the end
Your scientific research has a satirical twinge
Outside you change yourself to be
Inside what you already see, already see

Outside you change yourself to be
Inside what you already see, already see

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