| I’m Pilate and Jesus
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| And I wept when Lennon died
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| Yet I envied his assailant
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| When I visited the shrine
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| I cried for all those Beatle Fans
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| So old so quick they grow
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| I follow the example to destroy
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| What I love most
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| And I remain on the far side of crazy
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| I remain the mortal enemy of man
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| No hundred dollar cure will save me
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| Can’t stay a boy in no man’s land
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| I once hid my lust for stardom
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| Like a filthy magazine
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| I stroked the shaft on my guitar
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| And watched you on the screen
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| I’ve become now what I wanted
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| To be all along a psychopathic poet
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| The Devil’s bastard son
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| And I remain on the far side of crazy
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| I remain the mortal enemy of man
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| No hundred dollar cure will save me
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| Can’t stay a boy in no man’s land
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| I shot an actor for an actress
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| But he lived to make a joke
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| Shot two other men who could have been
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| The bodys of my folks
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| I stagger toward the future
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| I stagger day to day
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| Plot revenge inside of darkness
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| I am withering in pain
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| And I remain on the far side of crazy
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| I remain the mortal enemy of man
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| No hundred dollar cure will save me
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| Can’t stay a boy in no man’s land |