We give and take life,
From either side of the knife,
With his stale b_____ gloves,
He reaches in.

Knowing death has a plan,
Holds the filth in his hand,
Shuts the cellar door tight,
And makes his goodnight,
And makes his goodnight,
And makes his goodnight,
And makes his goodnight.

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