32nd

I'll have to use a mortar shell for a hat
Just pull it from the ground and use it like that
I'll take this bayonet to cut my cake
Gangrene for frosting 'cause it's not hard to fake

I've got ribbons of bullets and some magazines
Hooray
A playground of monkey bars in every city
It's my day

Those friendly echos singing my festive song
There've been so many now that everyone's gone
Rocket streaks and rotten seas for light and sound
I'll settle for all the pretty rocks on the ground

I have six billion candles and a globe,
so I've just begun,
and I've all the breath in the world, so you know I'm
far, far, far from done

Another year to celebrate. "Let's throw a party
for a refugee"
In the company of pseudo-suns:
"Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me"

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