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This is a song for Phil
occasional Guardian journal-oust.
I ever ever mentioned your name,
or the review you wrote, when I was new to this game.

But now the has come,
I think I've dealt my feelings at last.
I really wanna ya Phil,
I wanna put the past in the past-a

Oh and as this is a big tour, I thought I outta take the opportunity.
'Cause there's a pretty good chance somebody out there will you,
Maybe will pass on a message for me.

Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, Guardian Newspaper journal-oust,
That it's been three since you wrote it, and time is very healing.
But I still wanna cut big chunks of out of your stupid face and make your children watch while I force you to eat them.
Yeah I wanna make children watch you eat your own face-meat.

Ding Dang Ding Dong,
is my Phil Doust Song,
Everybody along,
La la la la la la la,
I hope one of family' members dies.
Phil, Ding Dong.
I've you this special song,
to help you get the -
you obviously, lack.

And I that you're a smart man,
and with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be
To resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual tantrums in the supermarket of your self-regard.

wanna say, Phil Daoust, I know it must be really hard to be a journal-oust.
What with always looming, and the pressure to be entertaining.
So maybe you should quit and get a job that you'd be better at - like killing yourself, you cunt.

Ding Ding Dang Dong,
is my Phil Doust Song,
Everybody along,
Tra la la la la la la,
I something you love catches on fire.
Phil, Ding Dong.
I've written you special song,
to show how far I've along -
in my efforts to be more mature in the face of feedback.

You poo-face.