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You’re always sad, you’re in gloom

 And no-one waits your nasty face

 They hate your look

 They hate your fate

 But fear your sharp and deadly lace

 There’s no-one in the whole big world

 Who wants you back after campaign

 Who wants to feel the smell of blood

 Who wants to waste their lives in vain

 Why keep the rules why keep the law

 When no-one wants you be the guard

 Perverting meaning of your words

 They leave your soul deeply scarred

 You wandered vainly night by night

 In search for clean and virgin soul

 But no-one could stand ugly sight

 And no-one want to share your dole

 No love for the wicked soul

 No rest for the tired body

 No sun for the night creature

 No air for spoiled honour