Son
They’re going to call you great
They’re going call you awful
Just as long as you’re sitting
on top of the world
Use the armour
I’ll forge for you
Use the cloak
I’ll sew for you
wield the hammer
wield the hammer
I purchase for you
Son
You got to be great
You got to be awful
Just as long as you’re sitting
on top of the world
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