Roshi's very tired
He's lying on his bed
He's been living with the living
And dying with the dead
But now he wants another drink
Will wonders never cease?
He's making war on war
And he's making war on peace
He's sitting in the throne-room
On his original face
And he's making war on nothing
That has something in its place
His stomach's very happy
The prunes are working well
There's no one going to Heaven
And there's no one left in Hell
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