Eighty-Four Candles
Hell is awaiting, it's closing in on me
No more birthday cakes which set fire to trees
Eighty-four candles
Leaves forests in shambles
But in spite of it all, I still sing when I pee
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2019
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