I want you to read this
So you can know why
I burned down this city
And lit up the sky
I ripped up the pavements
And tore down the trees
When you hear what they did
You'll understand me
Those cruel muthafuckers
Down the local corner shop
No longer stock KA
How dare they bloody stop
I've looked everywhere else
Within walking distance
Not one of them sells it
And that can't be forgiven
So now that you know
I hope you'll agree
I had no real choice
They did this not me
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