Arthur, Arthur


Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Who’s the craziest in the unknown? When the world preys and prays, Who’s the one cast and thrown?


Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Who’s the loner most prone? Coming home to be a lone, Who’s the bad man cast in stone?


Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Whose screams are sung intone? You give, give and only give, Whats truly your own?


Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Whose life do you disown? All your flaws flayed to the bone All else’s to condone.


Arthur, Arthur in the phone; What do you know unbeknown? All your life and all your cents, And one shall be your clone.


Arthur, Arthur, in the phone; Why do you lay and groan? Laugh, and put up a happy face, Cause you, you are not alone.

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