The Stupid Fucking Robins Are Singing Sweetly in the Trees

If, in the chill of the winter wind you think me a fucking asshole,

well, you know there are other angels you can pray to on your knees;

Heaven just called, they said they have room for just one more soul

and so if I were you I’d get a move on, but you do what you please.

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