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Shun the Trolls
(after Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks)

Three thirty in the morning, not a troll in sight.
Group’s lookin’ like your hometown on a calm and peaceful night.
Crap plops on the newsgroup, there’s a troll movin’ in
He’s comin’ back to somewhere where he never should have been.
Time to shun the trolls. Time to shun the trolls.

Every thread is burnin’, so you know the troll’s around.
You’re waitin’ bein’ patient for things to settle down.
Askin’ for some quiet. Hopin’ you’re not right.
Prayin’ it ain’t regulars that the feed the trolls all night.
Time to shun the trolls. Time to shun the trolls.

Time to shun the trolls. They only live to fight.
Let their posts grow cold. All they spew is spite.
As the thread goes all out of control.
Don’t even start. Shun the trolls.

Lookin’ for attention, and always wanting more.
Lookin’ for excitement. Their real lives are a bore.
Always bein’ outcasts, their antics get real old.
They’re nothin’ but pathetic. So please don’t feed the trolls!
Time to shun the trolls. Time to shun the trolls.

Time to shun the trolls. They only live to fight.
Let their posts grow cold. All they spew is spite.
As the thread goes all out of control.
Don’t even start. Shun the trolls.

Everything is quiet. The trolls have gone away.
You know that they’ll be back again to troll another day.
You know they’ll post something outrageous.
Just so you will bite.
The only way for you to win is never join the fight!

Time to shun the trolls. They only live to fight.
Let their posts grow cold. All they spew is spite.
As the thread goes all out of control.
Don’t even start. Shun the trolls.