| Ayo we eat like kings with a lot of gold rings
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| And the fancy things that the royalty brings
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| And the real young girls who just wanna have flings
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| We ain’t doing too bad for a couple Earthlings
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| Oh course the lord rides in on a horse
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| Entertained by the jesters all up in my courts
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| «Sire, change into your evening attire
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| The dragon from the hill lit the village on fire!»
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| Cause once upon a time when the poems didn’t rhyme
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| And the only crime was stealing jewelry that shined
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| There was once an old man who was plumb out his mind
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| Lived high in the mountain where the goats don’t climb
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| Had a cane, couldn’t hear and it seemed he was blind
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| But he could see the future and the fate of mankind
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| Only one man can send a dragon back where he came
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| The power of a shaman summoning rain
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| With a thunderous bang which smothered the flame
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| Then peace was restored to the village again
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| And so the arrow that he aimed at the dragon’s brain
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| Hit blood like lava when it pumped through his veins
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| And everybody in the village thought he was slain
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| Till a huff of black smoke puffed up from his fangs
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| The dragon! |
| People started running and gasping
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| Arrows started bouncing off his head, what happened?!
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| I’m so puzzled
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| I thought he was dead for sure
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| Somebody hit the wizard and kill him once more
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| This is war
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| Stories from the old folklore
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| So shut all your windows and lock all your doors
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| Hold your breath. |
| Make a wish. |
| Count to three. |
| Count to three |