| Return to duty corporal punishment
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| He had the brain that never dies
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| Return to duty corporal punishment
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| The cask is emptied every night
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| He’s socially retarded
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| Tries to get this party started
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| With brutal and unparalleled insight
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| What a champion (what a punish)
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| He hides a dark and seamy history
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| He keeps so quiet about his past
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| Not even one confirming photograp
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| Of each tale more boring than the last
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| I think he’s planning something
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| Could find out but I cant listen
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| To long-winded stories with no end
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| I can see him on the news now
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| His neighbours never once complained
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| About the noise of digging in the backyard after midnight
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| They just thought he was annoying not insane
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| What a champion, what a way to learn.
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| Mind has started slow, what a way to go.
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| What a punisher, will he ever learn.
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| Wonder when he’ll turn, what a punisher.
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| Spent his youth torturing small things
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| Put his little bro through hell
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| Only way to get his own back
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| On the world he saw as failed
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| Find it so hard to listen
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| To a guy who’s such a creep
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| No more walking on eggshells
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| Coz he’s gonna put all his friends to sleep |