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Project Blackbird - The Legend Of The Glove Flush Massacre

[Verse 1] Well Stone was workin’ on the JCB line, Lunch break rollin’ and he’s doin’ just fine, But he wandered to the toilets with mischief in his eyes, Saw a box o’ rubber gloves and thought, “Im causing fucking mayhem tonight.” Ten pairs later, swirl-twistin’ on down, Them pipes started groanin’ like a bull goin’ to town, And the water rose up like a cursed pipeline creek— Stone shrugged, zipped up, and walked out casual as a week. [Chorus] They call it… The legend of the glove flush massacre, Where the pipes met their maker and the bog met its doom. Maintenance boys go elbow-deep in the shadows, Tryna rescue that porcelain tomb. And ol’ Stone just strolls back to the line, Not a worry in the world or a drop on his mind— Yeah the factory shakes whenever someone mutters the words: “Glove Flush… Massacre.” [Verse 2] Five minutes later, alarms start ringin’, Toilets shut down, supervisors singin’, “Everybody hold it in, ‘cause the bogs are off today— Some absolute maniac flushed the whole damn bay!” Stone hears the chaos, sips his tea, Says its got fuck all to do with me, But curiosity struck like a rattlesnake bite, So back to the bathroom he wandered in the fluorescent light. [Pre-Chorus] “Oi, lads, what’s happenin’ in here?” he asks polite, Manager turns ‘round lookin’ ready to fight— Says with a sigh and a rage barely penned: “Some cunt flushed a fuck ton of gloves down the bog, So maintenance is elbow-deep round the U-bend.” [Chorus] Oh, it’s the… The legend of the glove flush massacre, A plumbing disaster sung across the land. Men retell the story in breakrooms ‘n’ lobbies, Of the day that the JCB pipes couldn’t stand. And Stone just nods with a “Damn, that’s mad,” While the guilty sparkle shines in the eyes of that lad— ‘Cause every hero’s tale starts with a secret, And his? Was a glove-flush massacre. [Bridge] (talking like an old cowboy) Now son, if you’re ever workin’ in a JCB hall, And nature calls you to the porcelain stall… Remember them pipes weren’t born for war, And Stone’s saga’s written on the lavatory wall. [Final Chorus] The legend, The reckoning, The bog-cloggin’ symphony heard through the town… That day the gloves rose up like latex rebels, And the old men still whisper when the sun goes down. Stone? He just smirks with his boots on the rail— A cowboy of chaos ridin’ his own trail. Yeah, long will they sing in every works canteen… “The Glove Flush Massacre”— King Stone, the lad obscene.