The last drop of Babycham has been drunk, it's time to look forward
May the misguided get lost
May the insane find a straight jacket
May the outspoken get taken out
May the young grow up
May the old die
May the poetic choke on their words
May you all get what's coming to you
May my hypocrisy know no bounds
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