All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
you better not shout
you better not cry
you better not pout
i’m telling you why
santa clause won’t tolerate such a little bitch
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it seem
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
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“there’s a lot to unpack here” is the academic equivalent of “yikes”
