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Criminal accused of a crime
Barbaric state, medieval time
Trapped in my cell, just waiting for the chime
Which sounds the last minute before I'm drawn and quartered
Come to my cell as the bell tolls
Come to take me of my soul
Get a good grip on me, strap on the blindfold
Rush me through the crowd to where I'm to be drawn and quartered
I struggle, but to no avail
Tied to the horses, I'm suspended in the air
Incise the base of each limb without much care
And lash each horse at the same moment so I'm drawn and quartered
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