My Musket
Some say I’m rather rustic
To carry round a musket
I Fire it at Blue ****
Police ask me for a permit
My paper work's legit
But they still say I’m unfit
I say that’s complete bulls**t
They throw me on the pavement
So I pretend to throw a fit
And twist a little bit
I escape and run for it
And make it with my musket
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