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Depraved, I can't behave,

Your eyes in such pain,

Oh, I can't stand this view,

My cock, so fuck you!

Setlist shortened hard,

Finish guys, it's time!

The bringer of disgust,

You better spread the facts!

Run mortals, run fast,

The cock-o-corn has arised!

Wild horse catches air,

The cock-o-corn affair!

A rebel, devil's son!

How dared he show his balls,

There ain't a bad fame,

It's always Tusk to blame!

Run mortals, run fast,

The cock-o-corn has arised!

Wild horse catches air,

The cock-o-corn affair!

In fact and accident,

People's malice will end,

Yet the corn's been sown

No remorse, kill'em all!