Maybe we'll be OK, With the way things go, But, hey! I don't think so. Maybe we'll be alright, Go to bed... turn off the light, But, ya know, I don't think so. Maybe it'll work out fine, Getting from to to fro, Hate'ta wine... But, I don't think so. The busy bodies, Go through their routine, Like a meat grinding machine, Like it's nobody's, Business but their own, Each a king on a thrown, You'd think it's somebody's, Responsibility to be responsible, No? Ahhhhh how awful... Terrible, Despicable, How irrepressible of us not to be responsible for us?
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