I went to the capitol to the big fairy fare,
Politicos and the mythologicals were wandering, there,
I rode a unicorn,
Cut my hand on his horn,
I danced with some trolls, in a dance they called square.
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I went to the capitol to the big fairy fare,
Politicos and the mythologicals were wandering, there,
I rode a unicorn,
Cut my hand on his horn,
I danced with some trolls, in a dance they called square.
I went looking for some sweet, candy cigarettes for my kid,
I could not find them anywhere, like their existence is hid,
My kid is really, tantrum mad,
He wants to smoke like mom and dad,
Kid never knew any gramps or grandmas; cigs killed them all, sad.