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These piss covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the empty stands
And always will be
Some day they'll return to
Their millies and their stars
And they'll no longer burn
To be bookers in arms
Through these rings of destruction
Setting Perry on fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the workrate reached too high
And though women's fights hurt, so bad
In the jiggle and their warmth
You did not desert me
My booker in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different champions
And we have just one world
But we shitpost all day long
Now the sun's gone to hell
Tony's booking's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every mark has to die
But it's written in the dirtsheets
And every line in your palm
We're fools to make war
On our bookers in arms
