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I love my mustard gas I love it soBut there's things of mustard gas you ought to knowShe keeps some in the bedroom she keeps some by the phoneA cloud hangs in the bathroom when she is all aloneShe sees the yellow-grey cloud It brings its sickness nearShe doesn't know quite what it is She's getting the heck outta hereSeeps through her polyester burns in the third degreeHer skin is turning black it's getting cold it's getting tough it's getting leathery.I love my mustard gas It's so much funAnd you'll love mustard gas by the time we're done.Mustard gas is pretty bad for youso keep some in the office and the playground tooIt buckles skin and it ruins sightIt intrudes in my nostrils but it feels alright.If you've got blisters and their filled with gooand there's a blood-tinged fluid seeping outta your noseFeeling nauseous and your throat burns tooThen it's mustard wreaking havoc over you From Letras Mania