His name was Owen Coffin
He was eaten and forgotten
A victim of circumstance
Who got the short end of the stick
They said it was necessity
How would you feel if you were he?
He got the short, short, short end of the stick
He lay to be sacrificed
Passive and defeated
He got the short end of the stick
I feel like I'm being used
You screwed me-I'm confused
We all get the short end of the stick
Cannibalism of the worst kind
Not of the body but of the mind
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