Lyrics:
lutists, his flutists, and his accountant The lines you cross, you don't seem to notice The skies amass, but who's there to show it And when you talk, we
with an iron fist So they staged a coup and they cast me from their midst I cursed them as the lutist shoved me out the door Then my fist met his face,
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