This one time
I was running through the fields
When I came across a dead guy
With a letter in his hand
So I scanned it
And though the grammar was okay
There was such a lack of purpose
That it was difficult to care
But anyway, hidden in the mess of letters lies the awful truth
Yeah, that Emma's mum and dad use plastic forks
Yeah, nothing in this world can take her common shame away
Yeah, 'cause Emma's mum and dad use plastic forks
The next day about ten o'clock
It was playing on my mind well, I say it was
So I edited it for context good job
Till there was nothing fit to print
But anyway, hidden in the mess of letters lies the awful truth
Yeah, that Emma's mum and dad use plastic forks
Woah, but nothing in this world can take her common shame away
Yeah, 'cause Emma's mum and dad use plastic forks
Maybe it's an old clich, but sometimes things are better left expected
You let your manatee down and then you drown that's just the way with nature
I've been here once or twice before with better hair, and let me tell you
Only the good die young, except for when they don't, it's not exactly fair
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, it'll never be a kingdom's share
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, it'll never be a kingdom's share
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, it'll never be a kingdom's share
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, it'll never be a kingdom's share