Nuclear Rabbit 5th Grade Alchemy
When I Was A Young Gnome
A Pair Of Cut Purses Cornered Me Behind The Inn
Oh, I'm Only A 5th Grader
Oh God, Horus Get Back
With Charisma Low, I Reached Into My Bag Of Holding
It Was Time, It Was My Turn
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A
Thought I Was Not Large, Even For A Gnome
I Was Confident I Could Ward Off The Attacker
Oh, He's Only A Dog
Oh God, Let Go Of Him
With My Dog Horus In The Clutches Of Murderous Friends
I Had To Act Quickly So I Began
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A, And A
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A Stick
A Feather, A Lump Of Coal, And A
