Buried in Bedminster

Alas Poor Orange, I Knew Him Too Well
There are secrets 
Buried in her grave
Conveniently hidden
By the Orange Knave

It never ends
His mental disease
He's drunk on attention
But he's never pleased

A golden boy
With an Orange tint
Whats in her coffin
It will make you squint

He's never caught
At the scene of the crime
Others take the fall
For his all of his lies

In a knick of time
He'll soon be dead
When they put dimes
On the lids of his eyes

He'll be buried
And soon forgotten
Covered in MAGATS
His body rotten

Chorus
Buried in Bedminster
He'll swim with the fishes
The sooner the better
Everyone wishes

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