DISCLAIMER: The voice here (the 'I' of the song) is an IRC-Everyman character, not any one individual. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or half-chargrilled over a bonfire fueled with [*LOUD COUGH*]'s flames, is purely coincidental (and if you believe that, mate...)
Pronounce 'foad' to rhyme with 'toad'.
'And That's Hash-Foad' - by Lucy
I entered it with cautious step
I was rebuffed with sharp abuse
I merely wished to talk to Kate
And now I've just been called obtuse!
And so switch on flamethrower modeSo if the silence frightens you
It seems that's what you need in there
And that's hash-foad; yes, that's hash-foad
Where ranty people all unload.
And so whip out that cattle goadSo I would choose to steer well clear
and prod the inmates to extremes
Oh, that's hash-foad; yes, that's hash-foad
Where naught but bile has ever flowed.
And that's hash-foad, and that's hash-foad,
and this the ending of my ode.
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