Well, I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay
I found That halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down
Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pully with my head
Well, I clung on tight through numbed shock from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below
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