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Click here(Done to the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic.)
John Brown is laying in his bed he's all fucked up,
He was caught there in his privy by a couple of black bucks.
They bent him over quickly and they took turns when they fucked.
Now John Brown's body's sore.
Bridge.
John Brown's body is a hurtin',
John Brown's body is a hurtin',
John Brown's body is a hurtin',
John Brown's body's sore.
They caught him in his privy and they fucked old John Brown up,
John Brown thought they'd stretched his hole as big as his pet duck,
And when he thought they'd finished he had their cocks to suck,
John Brown's body's sore.
Bridge.
John Brown's mouth was so tender,
John Brown's mouth was so tender,
John Brown's mouth was so tender,
John Brown's body's sore.
John Brown's in his bed and he's a weepin',
When he hears a noise he thinks they're creepin',
He spends all of his days in bed a sleepin',
John Brown got fucked up.
Repeat last verse.