Chore Boy

God Said

Follow me, to some place

I am the strong type

I can’t wrong

I—You don’t even laugh

Cut your own ways

Beat Broke Down

You Are Dark Cloud

Crust, Rust Down

Dark, Dark, Dark god

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You are loud

You are that cloud

You are not that hound

To die outside

Ch-Ch-Chore Boy

Ch-Ch-Chore Boy

Do your chores boy

Make excuses for

A dark dark cloud

You don't even laugh

I changed

It you that changed you said