from the windowsill we heard your lament the Mortician says you shoulda ran for Parliament and then he pockets your great grandfather's ring and lays it down before the king still we didn't put the price on your head no we swore that you were already dead and John Lennon coulda kicked that Habit had he tried wiped his hands and waved goodbye to you you're far too gone paid the cost community affair governing the State dying your hair watch the cops circle that block through the window round eleven o'clock I'm the captain of this ship you call the Runaway tell your cousin that I'm sorry for the trouble I'm in another song for all my skeletons to sing ooo Desdemona tell me about the lawsuit well you know the jury is sitting unsatisfied dragged the lake but soon enough they'll find an alibi grab her arm and say hey baby get your Chapter 149 in the car it's not impossible to reach nirvana when you are sleeping with piranhas in Brazil. oh no! community affair governing the State dying your hair, push and pull over that Lock finding sad faces in the Grandfather Clock lookout! oh Waster you're growing old you've grown old

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