Petunia

Time is now treason it collides with our Season's wind,
chimes harken Petunia's flight.
Dig it this piglet in Zion jested and lionized,
Three Muscatels bake a rock and take a stroll,
On through the night.
Tossed are sands of strife,
Davidians march far and wide and fro!

Do finger paint like a 4-year old!
Oh Saints do pour me now a shot of Warrior!

And when your bequethed unobscene, and park a farce lie,
ryhmes harpoon Petunia's flight.
Consign our reasons maligned with our peace of mind,
Three Muscatels hang a sock and wake a troll!
On through the night! Well alright! Well alright.
Tossed are sands of strife,
Davidians march far and wide and fro!

Do finger paint like a 4-year old!
Oh Saints do pour me now a shot of Gloria!
Do see us frying in our compound now! Uh oh, oh no!

Hear a head-caste!
And there a head-caste!
Everywhere a Head-caste, Head-caste!
Hear a head-caste!
And there a head-caste!
Everywhere a Head-caste, Head-caste!


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