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Lars was born in a fjord on the west coast of Norway. Although born a Norwegian, Lars never got use to the taste of whale blubber spread on smorgenbrot, so decided to emmy grate to the UK and once he had renounced his love of rape and pillaging and delcared his hatred of all things Arsenal he became a hand-glow sacks'n'all.

On a previoius sorti to the UK he had met a white witch with large cerimonial burial tors upon her person. Thinking this would be a fortuitus move, laid claim to these mounds for future usage.

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Why King Thunder?
I know I had legs below my knees when I started this song. Where the bloody hell have they got to? I need them to get home tonight.