they're to chirpy cut off their heads

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they're to chirpy cut off their heads

they're to chirpy cut
off their heads
put them on poles
and raise the dead

once they come
turn around and say your prayer
come and lay down your love is layer

they're to chirpy cut
off their heads
put them on poles
and raise the dead

come stop your crying
you know you can't be one of us
it the sakes it just us
your friends that are dead

they're to chirpy
cut off their heads
put it on poles
and raise the dead

life is to simple to see
what you exspect in life
what else would it be
nobody seem to care bout their wife

they're to chirpy
cut off their heads
put on a pole
and raise the dead

(repeat)

THEY'RE TO CHIRPY
CUT OFF THEIR HEAD
PUT THEM ON A POLE
AND RAISE THE DEAD

by
clw

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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