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The field is on fire and so is the barn,
Hurry, Boy Blue keep the children from harm
All the other nursery rhyme heroes jumped off a cliff and died
You're the only one, horn in hand who refused to cry;
Goliath's coming, and he's taking a million and one forms
Wearing masks or camouflage or veiled by violent storms.
Announce the air raid kid, don't let darkness shatter our dreams,
Get out there with your roll of adhesive and stop reality from coming
apart at the seams;
Come on ya little fairy, rid the world of its hatred,
This is the task for which you are fated,
BB, BB, blow your fucking trumpet,
Is live salvageable or do we just have to dump it?
