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Dirty dishes fill the sink

Dirty people really stink

Dirty armpits leave a chunk

Of putrid odor we call funk

Five plus five's an even number

Dumb-ass people make you wonder

Why on earth has God invented

Imbeciles, or unintended

Love my coffee in the morning

Life, like women, can be boring

Give me liberty or death

Yeah, any war and damn the help

See, you could die a thousand ways

If you live your life like slaves

Bold and daring is the product

That is addictive as narcotics

Years will come, and years will go

A march to death that's fast or slow

Either way, you can't deny

That if you live you've got to die

Suicides or drive-by slayings

Late at night or early A M

Some of you will die real old

I'm done, it's through; the story's told