| It’s always locusts, or floods, or drought
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| And then it’s parties or prayer
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| He picks a girl he can live without
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| And puts her down over there
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| Philly thinks, and when he thinks he can’t feel anymore
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| Philly drinks, and when he drinks, all the drunks hit the floor
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| Philly sinks, and when he sinks you go down
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| And when you do, you both drown
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| Congratulations, you hit the mark
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| You got the bird on the wing
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| The animatronic bloodhounds bark
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| The wind-up mockingbirds sing
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| Philly thinks, and when he thinks you can’t feel anymore
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| Philly drinks, at least he did when you knew him before
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| Philly sinks, but now the glass is a girl
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| But now the girl is a frown
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| Well, you can put in your oar
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| But you’re hoping for more
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| Like the gulls and the freighters they follow around
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| And if the rowing gets dull
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| Just knock a hole in the hull
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| And let the ocean swallow you down
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| Philly thinks, and when he thinks he can’t swim anymore
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| Philly drinks, until the tide pulls away from the shore
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| Philly sinks, and when he sinks you go down
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| And when you do, you both drown |