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KANE HODDER >> Merchandise Links
KANE HODDER
We may not have a common tongue, But we all hate Bavmorda. We've given her reason Given her guile. Given her prophecy, But there's one reason to put you here, Because we all hate Bavmorda. I won't be complacent when our womb spits forth A hopeful future. That baby gets so ugly along the way (And that hate is special in every way) I'll stab you in the neck and spit upon your argument Hand over your tongue, That question never should have arose. We should be back to back And if I cut your skin off, you'd look just like me And you'll be skewered like a boar, When you stare into the sunset (Thinking you can't trust a soul) Those fallacies are cherished akin to chastity, Though they're never given up as easy "You're all pigs!" they scream Destroy the beast and find the baby No wonder its been so easy Pigs can't stand the smell of blood I'll give you my head, wouldn't that be so special Wouldn't it be better if we were not so clever And maybe we'll have better luck next time Don't even take a chance Don't even dip your feet in You'll just break your neck Because there's nothing left.
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