The Man, O Muse delights in taking a look back at his life, one damp night.
Wasn’t ill advised.
He fucked, conquered all holes & crammed everything he could up his nose & arsehole.
He was my hero.
“Aye, deliver my soul; ‘fore I get old!
Aye, deliver my soul; I done got old!”
Love loves to love love
Decimating the competition was good fun
But it wasn’t for everyone.
After a mighty while, he pushes off to the happy isles with a smile
See you in a while
“Yo! Deliver muh soul to a broken mould!
Sold the family goal/gold for a lonely road!
Aye, deliver my soul to a lonely road!
Aye, deliver my soul to a lonely road!”
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