Her Brain Is Dead
Won’t get her sacked
But she don’t understand
Her brain ain’t good with facts
Her head’s a barren land
For she had a disease
a disease of the brain
although the brain is gone
the disease does remain
And in her head she’ll beat you
but it’s the only place
she lives so far beneath, you
call the distance space
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