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Today I have been collecting barbed wire

Now my arms are acing, my hands are on fire

It is a work that's very sweaty and very hot

Since you can't take your long sleeves off

because if you do

your arms will look like world war two

You wind them up in neat balls of wire alongside the fence

All is to go, you keep your face and work in silence

Just a thousand and one more yards to go

but I guess life is tough, you know

It never let you have things your way

You will wrestle and try to make it obey

but it will just bend over and twist

Reach though your sleeve and tear your wrist

which will make you cry and awfully pissed

It will swing to you face and you'll be kissed

by the sharp barbed wire that will rip your lip

No Thank you! I 'd rather pass that trip

For a moment I thought we were enemies sworn

I hate that bloddy wires guts in to my very bone

but then I met that nasty hawthorn

Now I know how little I've known

Hawthorn that has conspired with the fence

making you sweat and the situation tense

and when you see the whole picture you'll sense

that what you're gonna need is an act of violence

You'll saw, you'll cut, you'll pull and you'll snatch

but they are buddies like the kind of perfect match

They will stick with eachother through thick and thin

a bloddy stubborn enemy who will tear up your skin

it almost breaks my heart

to rip those lovers apart

and the end of the fence seems as sent from above

'cause barbed wire and hawthorn makes true love

and then I am all over black and blue

I guess I look a bit like world war two

© Linus Piknik