Spiky, prickly, squeeling for breath
The hedgehog is being lawnmowered, lawnmowered to death
It lay on the ground bits of flesh strewn around
The hedgehog lay dying on the ground
Its head is severed the bloodline is cut
The frame and the body were cracked like a nut
It can no longer move it can no longer see
A message to all hedgehogs
Dont mess around with me!
Al Sithees' Big Generator . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Farewell my little star, we wish you well. What about love i hear you say, but this is the bottom line, its over, i dont love you anymore. We had 100 nights of fun and games but here, in my time of dying, in this house of broken love, lies a better man.
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