Round the rugged rocks
The ragged rascal ran
Rings and razor blades in the palms of his hand
Round the rocks he ruthlessly ran
Running so recklessly, damn it was grand
Ran the rugged rascal out of hand
Reason retreated from his mind
As round the rocks he ran
Running with razor blades in his hands
'Damn', He had thought 'this it was grand'
Resplendently he ran
Red flowed from his hand
Red freely falling it ran
Red ran down his rump and rear
As round the rocks he ran
Bleeding profusely from his hands
Till all at once he ran no more
He fell asleep, for evermore
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