Someone on a Hillside

Someone is coming down the hillside
My darling he must surely be
He wears his olive-colored tunic
He's coming down to fuck with me

His epaulettes are very golden
His medal bright just like a knife
Oh why the fuck I had to meet him
On rocky roads of my hard life?

Why should he wave to me so merry
And why is that shit-eating grin?
What does he do in our collective
Farm but disturb my fucking spleen?

My heart skips beats each time I see him
Afraid I’m gonna be his wife
Oh why oh why I had to meet him
On fucking paths of my sweet life?

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