Stink Of Kings
Flags can't get stars right.
Cause they take them down at night
A wink is half of a blink,
A wink is half of a blink.
We sing and drink to the stink of kings,
Our keys clink in the sink with our rings,
We sneexe out a swarm of bees,
We thieves with leaves in our sleeves.
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