Laura told me that all my songs sounded the same, so I wrote something a little musically and thematically different just to prove that I could. But don’t worry, it’s not as grisly as it sounds. It’s what we call a, you know, metaphor.

General, I will feed you to the dogs
if you dare come round here anymore.
Didn’t you see them straining at the leash?
Maybe you should have a second thought.

Before you’re just a ghost,
disjointed sack of bones,
another sad reminder
we’re still free.

Office, they will rip you limb from limb
if you dare come round here anymore.
Didn’t you see them circling the yard?
Maybe you should take a second look.

Before you’re just a ghone,
disjointed sack of bones,
another truncheon lost
another sad reminder
we’re still free.

President, they will trail you through the fog
until they finally find your foul trail.
And when you ask for the mercy you deserve
trust me, we will all give it to you.

Before you’re just a ghost,
poignant sack of bones,
another leader lost,
another sad reminder
we’re still free.

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