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Cry Havoc and let slip the Togs of War,
An Oversoul poem,
Towards the heavens, let us go!
Let the drums beat,
let the choir sing,
let us meet,
On the merry ol' battlefield!
May the sky cry,
may the pointy things stab,
may we conquer, (come on men!)
Get whatever you can grab!
['cause, we're going to...]
Cry havoc and let slip the togs of war,
cry havoc and let slip the togs of war,
cry havoc and let slip the togs of war,
Oh yeah!
Cry havoc and let slip the togs of war!
They say I'm a boar,
that loves gore,
oh how wonderful their sayings are,
'Tis a true lore!
We creep and -bleep!-
while they meep, like cowardly old rats,
we steal their... well, everything!
while they lay around saying 'Drat!'
['cause, we're going to...]
Cry havoc and let slip the togs of war,
cry havoc and let slip the togs of war,
cry havoc and let slip the togs of war,
Oh yeah!
Cry havoc and let slip the togs of war!
Alas, our song is coming to an end,
as well as your life,
say goodbye my friend, (and voila!)
your wife is now chasing us with a big scary knife!
And now it's time to shake hands,
and crash heads,
we walk away from the battlefield,
laughing louder than a rattling shield!
['cause, we're going to...]
Cry havoc and let slip the togs of war,
cry havoc and let slip the togs of war,
cry havoc and let slip the togs of war,
Oh yeah!
Cry havoc and let slip the togs of war!
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