The last call of Cukdukoo
i lay there waiting…
for the final blow…
that will set things equal…
and let me go.
i could smell the blood …
that my dearest lost…
the pleasure of few…
was thier life’s cost …
you will cut my head…
and chop me to peices…
then boil me in water…
and cook me in spices…
i don’t know any thing …
that i just said …
as my brain is small…
and my head is red…
but i can still feel the pain…
and see my death calling out loud…
as you prepare to make your supper…
i prepare to scream and shout…
i could not run from the truth i am…
i was born for a one night show…
the knife cuts my neck in two..
and i am dead, there you go…
cukdukoo…cukduuuuuuu…
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