Masters of Cringe
Tell me masters of cringe
Should we suffer so long
Practising what you preach
Can’t you make it alone?
That will be fair enough
If you do what you say
Never mind a good laugh
You’re a joke anyway
You’re the masters of cringe
And you never retire
Your warlords on a binge
Setting buildings on fire
People want you to die
But the God says oh no
I don’t want these old guys
Strutting out at my show
They are devil’s concern
But the Devil says nay
They’re too stinky to burn
I shall kick them away
Back to where they belong
To that muddy old soil
Where they’ll drown all alone
In the puddle of oil.
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