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Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone |
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Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone |
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Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you |
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Wilson, Duke of Lizards |
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I beg it all trune for you |
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Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book |
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Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook |
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Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you |
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Wilson, Duke of Lizards |
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I beg it all trune for you |
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I talked to my son Roger, Rutherford the same |
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[or "I talked to Mike Christian, Rog and Pete the same"] |
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When we had that meeting, over down near Game(henge) |
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Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you |
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Wilson, Duke of Lizards |
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I beg it all trune for you |
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You got me back thinkin' that you're the worst one |
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I must inquire, Wilson |
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Can you still have fun? |
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Wilson |
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Can you still have fun? |
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Wilson |
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Can you still have fun? |
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Wilson |
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Meanwhile, in the main square in Prussia, the state of the revolution was taking another turn for the worst. A crowd of townspeople had gathered to witness the hanging of Wilson's accountant, Mr. Palmer. It seemed that Palmer had been a revolutionary himself and had been extorting Wilson's money to fund the revolution. Palmer stood on the scaffold with Wilson and the AC/DC Bag, an electrified robot-hangman with a black bag over his head. Wilson seemed pleased as he began to speak. |
