On page 99 in the terrible timeline
Mr. Peels Police Force Wicked, you might find
Foul fun and criminal cures, we really must talk
A time of new inventions and terrific discoveries
Where mankind can enhance an exert cruelty
Exacerbate a master race, perfection's going liberties
I am Toby, can't you see?
Out for the dropsy in your pit and all your tackle, too
Nine strands of leather, three knots for each
He took the first strike in silence but the cat leaves streak
Oh I'd thought by now you'd realise that real life is clear lies
Fed to you by an unsuspecting fiend
Elizabeth Fry, oh, she is furious with Birmingham prison and stories
Over the crack being turned 10,000 times
And over in Preston as it festers as the body count booms
Treadmills are replaced with weaving looms
Oh, I hope that her majesty
Oh, I hope that she remembers me in the 18th century
Where many men have come before
And Queen Victoria, she decreed
She taught me how to talk like a villainous victorian
She taught me how to talk like a villainous victorian
She taught me how to talk like a villainous victorian
She taught me how to talk like a villainous victorian
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