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"EMITSHIRE"
He was only a minute tall
But he's worth his weight in gold
But gentlemen in Emitshire
Never live to get old
He kissed his lady every mourning
And off to work he went
With his boots and cap and his paper sack
And a smile that never ends
Until the day he shant return
Cuz the boys have done him in
The hoods and thiefs of Emitshire
Always take our gentlemen
There's an awful thing in Emitshire
Where every mourning is a funeral pyre
We only know our flag half massed
The 21 guns will surely blast
Oh God I hate this fucking town!
Let's burn this shit hole to the ground!
She was forced into woman hood
When she was just a nickel old
With a fallen pop an a pregnant mother
She was just tryn' to save her home
It was school and work for this little girl
Who couldn't smile to save her life
When she turned 15 she turned some tricks
So her family could survive
Until the day she had taken sick
Which caused an untimely death
There's no good reason in Emitshire
To draw another breath
