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He wears the kind of mustache that doesn’t ask Consent
He’ll strip you naked
With his only eye
He tends to tame the silence with the screams of the discontent
Reaching high up
Tears down the skies
A joker on the outside, A killer within
You won’t find him funny! Ha!
When he’s peeling off your skin!
Psycho-delic Hippie
He’s a psychedelic hippie
Jack the Ripper, With a tambourine
Volk Wagon Bus! For a limousine
The life of the party,
And the taker of life
He’ll steal your heart
With a ten inch knife!
