[Donna English]

he found her. Rigor mortis had set in
her parted lips revealed a shitty grin,
a brown eye seemed to watch him from its socket
as he fumbled for the taco in his pocket,

We heard him holler "Damn, I lost my lunch!"
While he was looking we threw down a bunch

[Robt_Ward]

we threw down a bunch

of dried stuff — raisins, apricots, and prunes;
they gleamed up at him through the crap like runes

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[Renate]

of dried stuff — raisins, apricots, and prunes;
they gleamed up at him through the crap like runes,
in delight he cocked his leg, began a jig
and swore "I am a happy truffle-pig."

[Marion Shore]

of dried stuff -- raisins, apricots, and prunes;
they gleamed up at him through the crap like runes,
in delight he cocked his leg, began a jig
and swore "I am a happy truffle-pig."
This cop, though weird, was sharp and soon succeeded
in getting all the evidence he needed

[Donna English]

of dried stuff -- raisins, apricots, and prunes;
they gleamed up at him through the crap like runes,
in delight he cocked his leg, began a jig
and swore "I am a happy truffle-pig."
This cop, though weird, was sharp and soon succeeded
in getting all the evidence he needed.
We told the cop we didn’t mean to hurt her,
but unconvinced, he booked us for her murder.

[Renate]

We told the cop we didn’t mean to hurt her,
but unconvinced, he booked us for her murder
And so, at last we have a change of scene,
the villains get to tackle the machine

[Marion Shore]

Eventually we ended up in court.
Publicity was huge. The trial was short.

[Robt_Ward]

Eventually we ended up in court.
Publicity was huge. The trial was short.

Or if not short, at least not very long;
we kept repeating, like a shitty song,
the same old hackneyed refrain; "She deserved it!"
To which the judge replied, "You're all bald perverts!"

[Clay Stockton]

Eventually we ended up in court.
Publicity was huge. The trial was short.
Or if not short, at least not very long;
we kept repeating, like a shitty song,
the same old hackneyed refrain; "She deserved it!"
To which the judge replied, "You're all bald perverts!"
and dashed our hopes. "Your crimes are myriad
and weird. You're sentenced to a period

[Marion Shore]

Eventually we ended up in court.
Publicity was huge. The trial was short.
Or if not short, at least not very long;
we kept repeating, like a shitty song,
the same old hackneyed refrain; "She deserved it!"
To which the judge replied, "You're all bald perverts!"
and dashed our hopes. "Your crimes are myriad
and weird. You're sentenced to a period
of 100 years. Case dismissed!"
He banged his gavel hard. Boy he was pissed!