All covered in blood,
I killed my friend Barney,
With my favorite shotgun.
We went to his funeral,
We had a parade,
Everyone threw flowers,
I threw a grenade.
An old lady chased me,
I blew up her head,
I'm sorry my dear friends,
But they are both dead.
On top of a mountain, All covered in blood, I killed my friend Barney, With my favorite shotgun. We went to his funeral, We had a parade, Everyone threw flowers, I threw a grenade. An old lady chased me, I blew up her head, I'm sorry my dear friends, But they are both dead. Explain Request ×
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