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constantin constantius
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o farther, who art in america, hallowed was thy mame.
o lord, o mighty miserable one,
where hast gone thy famous quiff,
not that i mind, you still look
better than fat bastard robert smith.
o lord i have failed thee,
i cannot be as unhappy as thou art
though i'm never happy and i never laugh,
its just i can't stop smiling when i fart.
o lord, thy child mimi has blasphemed,
she saith thou write not thy songs,
so could i kill her to rigth her wrongs.
o lord, come back home to dear old bligthy
and i'll gladly bugger thee rigth up the @#!!!ey.
o lord, o mighty miserable one,
where hast gone thy famous quiff,
not that i mind, you still look
better than fat bastard robert smith.
o lord i have failed thee,
i cannot be as unhappy as thou art
though i'm never happy and i never laugh,
its just i can't stop smiling when i fart.
o lord, thy child mimi has blasphemed,
she saith thou write not thy songs,
so could i kill her to rigth her wrongs.
o lord, come back home to dear old bligthy
and i'll gladly bugger thee rigth up the @#!!!ey.