Testo Mr. Feeble

I met myself the other day Standing outside the alley way I hit myself with all my force Which is when history changed its course So it shall be said So it shall be written So it shall come to pass I grew a garden the other day But the garden didn't want to stay It packed its things and it moved out And died three weeks into the draught So it shall be said So it shall be written So it shall come to pass I went out hunting the other day But all the antlers got in my way They were attached to eyes of deer Which quickly ended my career So it shall be said So it shall be written So it shall come to pass