He should have worn his brown pants.

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(sing to the tune of
"Battle Hymn of the Republic")


The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome

Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones

The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground

And he ain't gonna jump no more.


Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die
He ain't gonna jump no more!
 
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