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The Scotch-Irish Viking

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The Scotch-Irish Viking

Comedy Inspirational Others

Fukitol

Fukitol

2 mins
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Once upon a time in my

confined delirium.

Fragments of my mind,

Define my continuum.

As I cross the line,

I find devine Ethereum.

Shadows left behind,

shine in my solarium.


Life's a sanitarium.

Everybody's crazy.

Heavy is the burden

carrying the fat and lazy.

Kill them all then bury them.

My memory is hazy.

This has happened once before.

He who lives, obeys me.


Light a candle. Faces pressed

against the window of my soul.

Just another freak show dressed

to fill the slot and play the roll.


The chaos is more comfortable.

Throw your soul into the charity

bowl.

Blood that stains everything

that we own.

The messege is lost before it

could even be shown.


I've been told to leave it alone.

That lonely path of sadness.

Sowing seeds that grow the thorn,

Will only lead to madness.

Look at all the damage done

from running through the cactus.

Loving all but trusting none,

They're cunning but they're factless.


{ChORuS}


Here's a little pill to make

you immune to it all.

Numbness you will feel,

when you take Fukitol.

You don't have to kill each

other. Give me a call.

Pop the top, remove the seal,

Have a ball with Fukitol.


Once upon a time, I

dined in my Elysium.

Hoping I would find,

a sign to my oblivion.

Speechless is the mime,

Remind him of his idiom.

Finding what is mine, is

also yours by definition.


Life is a condition.

Everybody's got the symptoms.

Under our volition,

We don't need no more prisons.

Kill them all then bury them.

You fucking people are crazy.

Push against the system and

you end up pushing daisies.


Grab the handle, take a guess

before you pull that handle down.

If you're right, you pass the test,

Now take a rest before you drown.


Lost 'em at the strippers pole.

Throw your heart into the toilet

bowl.

Blood stained money for flesh

and bone.

The war will be lost, and

all that's ever been known.


I'm too old to leave it alone.

That rocky path of habit.

I know it's not too late to atone,

When I get my chance, I'll grab it.

Get your donkey's off the road,

Whip that ass, or I will slap it.

They're humping like a horney toad,

I'm fucking like a rabbit. 🤣🤣


{ChORuS}


Here's a little pill to make

you immune to it all.

Numbness you will feel,

when you take Fukitol.

You don't have to kill each

other. Give me a call.

Pop the top, remove the seal,

Have a ball with Fukitol.



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