People think I'm a smelly goat,
people think I'm a leaky boat,
people think my life's a joke.
Who are they? Who are they?
People want to see me fail,
people want me stuck in jail,
people want me weak and frail,
Who are they? Who are they?
People want to see me break,
people want to see me shake,
people want to see me ache,
Who are they? Who are they?
People want my life to end,
to die alone without a friend,
people want my heart to rend,
Who are they? Who are they?
Vicious people walk this earth,
and rob this life of any worth,
spreading only fear and pain,
driving gentle souls insane.
Who are they? Who are they?
Hopefully not you. Hopefully not me.
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