You are a sick man, you are a spiteful man
You have been paralyzed, for only fools succeed
For forty years, Ted, what has become of you
Those forty years, Ted, in your dark cellar
For forty years, Ted, you could not see the end
Those forty years, Ted, you've not began
Well you must be good boy, your lies and pretense clear
You will not be a slave, your mind's superior
For forty years, Ted, what has become of you
Those forty years, Ted, in your dark cellar
For forty years, Ted, you envied every man
Those forty years, Ted, you never lived
For forty years, Ted
In your dark cell, in your dark cell
Why forty years, Ted, a life times forty
Not forty years, Ted
A life times forty in a hole
No more no more, why why, no more

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