Show me a wrong tree
and I’ll bark up it.
Show me a wild goose
and I’ll chase it.
Show me a hare
and I’ll hare after it.
Show me a conspiracy theory
and I thought of it first.
Tell me I’m too passive
and I’ll punch your face in for saying it.
Tell me I’m too aggressive
and I’ll break your bloody neck for even suggesting it.
Call me iggerant
an I’ll teach yer…
Who you lookin’ at?
Saw yer lookin’…
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