Buildin' Toys

In the pen, he's just his turn, he's just his name, the family living in a hole. In the white day, some trident with skin fits in the brain, lost a lot of thoughts. So now he's playing, he's in every day, the family and all these stories.

But the fair sees are feckin' on our face, and love never was in the swing. Yeah! He's so many boys, I'm coming to the top Bring it on, let's go back and race They're slipping away, they're never getting rich They weren't right through that man But something tough, there's something nasty The man we learned at all

Double a day, some straight to escape They said they're great washed, all I have to thought So now they swing, it's in every day They're filming all these doors But the man seems like fucking all that bad They want to fuck, fuck you to the side Yeah!

Herbie! Aren't you finished painting their gathers a pile of a mile wide behind you? What's eating you boy? Not happy in my work, I guess. What? I just don't like to make toys. No, well, if that's all What?

You don't like to make toys No Herbie doesn't like to make toys Now, listen to you You're an elf You're an elf, me toy Now, get to work So, now they're slaving Each and every day Building all these doors A Christmas Eve They're taking another fix And later on, I'm gonna fuck you the same!

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