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As Time Goes By

Yer old cavemen, they ate raw meat
they had trouble making clothes.
They'd only say "Ug, ug, ug."
I wouldn't wanna be one of those.

And I wouldn't wanna be a dancing bear
I'd be dancing through my pain GRRR!
Entertaining the ignorant
and the ones who know are WORSE!

I wouldn't wanna be a poor witch
swinging from a gallows tree,
only crows paying attention
all the good brethren shunning me.

And I wouldn't wanna be a slave
beaten both daily and nightly.
I am a man who's done no wrong
lord, let me be treated rightly.

And who'd wanna be Doughnut Trump?
Everything you touch turns to sh*t.
Your name'll be mud forevermore,
nothing you can do about it.

Yer old cavemen, they ate raw meat
they had trouble making clothes.
They'd only say "Ug, ug, ug."
Don't wanna be one of those.

◄ Birdsong Resumes

Moon Charm ►

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