I must get back to my desk again, this lunchtime has flown by,
And all I ask is that if I’m late, I won’t catch the boss’s eye;
And if I’m ill and white as a sail with limbs and body shaking,
And I call in sick (third time this month), my boss won’t think I’m faking.

I must get back to my desk again, and complete my tasks with pride.
Because if I don’t, I’m pretty sure my leave request will be denied;
And all I ask is that someday it’s acknowledged I’ve been trying,
And I get the promotion for which Smith and Jones are vying.

I must get back to my desk again, to the constant corporate strife,
I hope and pray my meagre pay can feed my obese kids and wife;
And all I ask is that today, the ****** printer won’t keel-over,
And that retirement comes swiftly, so this nightmare can be over.

Goodnight ******
You fill me with sorrow;
Goodnight ******
You might die tomorrow.

Grunts and farting make me quite forlorn
But with each dawn I feel new-born;
Goodnight ******
While I'm deep inside you.

Goodnight ******
Let me lie beside you;
Goodnight ******
O what fun to ride you.

Goodnight ******,
Straightjacket enfold you,
Strong enough to hold you,
Goodnight ****** goodnight.

Mein Gott! Can't you see,
in the Teutonic light,
What we proudly Sieg Heil
with the torches all gleaming?
The ******* beckons,
through the perilous fight,
Great Deutschland awakens,
not sleeping or dreaming!

On the huge TV screens,
the footballers are seen,
Foul proof through the night
Brave Germany's dream.

O please make that Hakenkreuz banner come first!
We're the land of Sauerkraut, brave home of the Wurst.

Frowns of sorrow raise,
No one stands to praise
Joy merging with the carnage
Warriors trapped in their own cage
Fleeting maidens seek out aid
While souls turn dark and start to fade

A kingdom crumbles to dust
Fir the king could not contain his lust
Which lead to a witch crowned queen?
She who is never truly seen…

He mistook her as a truthful wife,
Even though she was destined to take his life,
A stab to the chest and betrayal occurred
Yet, his death was not enough to cause her black heart to be cured

Still old and weak,
She saw a frightened tear run down a little girls’ cheek

Her black hair, pale skin and red lips screamed beauty
The witch walked over and explained her death was her duty

A scream echoed through the hollow halls,
Blood smeared and stained these dreaded walls

For, her skin as pale as snow,
Her body still in need to grow,
Her hair so dark yet it seemed to shine
And her red lips glistened against the light, as if to say, “I’ll be fine.”

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