Blow it up
Just one more time
and let the rebel hang.
No room or throne awaits
you now; the gallows only
hear the sound of
Guy Fawkes sinking down.
Think on him in all your plotting.
Don’t give in, and we will all
be honored.
Wait a minute, Terrorist!
You mean it’s nothing new?
Oh,”Rock of my soul in the bosom of
Abraham!”
Hunker down, the fun begins
Load the cannon
Celebrate the capture of Guy Fawkes’.
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