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And a group of gems changed mine (changed mine)

You were just CLODS who were beneath me
Then you became Gods who ruled over me
And then it changed
(Then it
lump block clod
Tipsy fuddled boozy groggy elevated
Prime did edit her

Rabid victim martyr stranded
Level headed boy, ya better bend
Soon your
clods, cold clods, inside my bed
Cold clods, down at my feet —
The tears my dear mother shed for me
Would wet my winding sheet"
and heat 
Blood clods abound can't even breath
Vomit Sick Murder Deceit 
Watch what I say about Lie's and defeat 
Lungs clogged with fire and heat 
Blood
my own pallbearers to carry me to my grave
and keep me company when I'm a wizened toothless clod

Some gibbering old fool sitting all alone drooling
coffin.
"Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."

"Then beat
the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the Dead March as they carry me along
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
Put roses to deaden the clods
the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the Dead March as they carry me along
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin
Put roses to deaden the clods
automated teller code

I was born in a paper sack in the bottom of a sewer
I had to eat dirt clods for breakfast, my family was so poor
My daddy was
pretty gals come to carry my pall 
Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin 
Throw roses to deaden the clods as they fall 

""Oh, beat the drum
coffin.
"Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."

"Then beat
coffin.
"Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."

"Then beat
plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead

They've let him
deep,
Laid clods upon his head,
Then these three man made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead.

The let him die for a very long time
Till the rain
look it's austin powers!

Jon: yeah, baby!

Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's
No place to hide.

Jon:
ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in,
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead.

They've let
ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed, thrown clods upon his head
Till these three men were satisfied John Barleycorn was dead

There's beer all in
coffin.
"Six dance-hall maidens to bear up my pall.
"Throw bunches of roses all over my coffin.
"Roses to deaden the clods as they fall."

"Then beat
crumbling like a dirt clod, hold 
Your cigarette cuts to the inside

Empty homes
Plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well I've got
crumbling like a dirt clod, hold 
Your cigarette cuts to the inside

Empty homes
Plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well I've got
ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in,
Threw clods at Barley's head,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead.

They've
ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in,
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead.

They've let
When I'm falling fast, you rescue me, you love unconditionally
And when I'm clod and so alone
Back in your arms I feel at home
I pray that you will
have to suffer
I still do it anyway
I'm a diamond in the rough 
Or I'm a dirt clod in the clay

Guess what I lost my job
It's just my luck

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