When a man goes forth in the frozen north
Where the joys of the flesh are few
And the battery dies in his four wheel drive
I’d say he was ****ed wouldn’t you?
So find me a seat and stand me a drink
And a tale to you I'll tell,
Of Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete,
And the gentle Eskimo Nell.
When Dead-Eye **** and Mexican Pete
Go out in search of fun,
It's Dead-Eye **** who wields the ****
And Mexican Pete the gun.
And when Dead-Eye **** and Mexican Pete
Are sore depressed and mad,
'Tis mostly **** that bears the *****,
So the shooting ain't so bad.
Now Dead-Eye **** and ******* Pete
Had been hunting in Dead Man's ****,
And they'd *** no luck in the way of a ****
For nigh on half a ****.
Just a **** or two, a caribou,
And a bison cow or so,
And for **** *** **** with his kingly ****
This ****ing was ****** slow.
But *** *** and his ***** ***
***** ******** ********** fun
**********lutely bad ***************
************ in the land of the midnight sun
Huh? What do you mean running out of stars?
But Laurie, this is art.
Maybe you can help me. My torch wont catch alight and the battery is flat. I dont have a pitchfork and I really want to be one of the angry mob. 
Any angry mob will do.....
