Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke
Wanted to be a cook
His folks didn't give a fook
So he shot himself by a brook
Sad, Sad, Sad, Sad
To see a scene so bad
The rabbits, they nearly went mad
The vultures, though, were quite glad
Eat, Eat, Eat, Eat
All that fresh meat
That brain was a special treat
Don't let it stink up in the heat
Cry, Cry, Cry, Cry
But never see why,
Luke's soul was a lie
All he needed was a reason to die
Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke
A moment was all it took
Now inwards you must look
Do you really give a fook?
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