Something For The Mrs. Lyrics
In the next war we shall bury the dead in cellophane
In the next war we shall bury the dead in cellophane
The Host shall come packaged in every K ration
The Host shall come packaged in every K ration
Every man shall be provided with a small but perfect Archbishop Spellman, which shall be self-inflatable, courtesy of Air Reduction, opened - closed - previous - opened - closed -
You don't need to repeat this. There is not any ceremony any more
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Everyone is gone and you say this out loud to yourself
You are alone at the time and the time now is always. Always was a word you used in promises. It is valueless
All officers, warrant officers and enlisted men will be provided with a copy of their own true loves that they will never see again and all these copies will be returnable through the proper channels
