Oh my lord, what have we here?
I see, a little thief among the ruins of my estate.
So, "explain yourself", is what I asked and his reply,
was nothing more than "sorry mate, but I ain't got no locket left to trade."
Chorus.
You'll get what you deserve.
Anything less would be absurd.
So help me god if you try to run,
one by one: Flash, bang, done.
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