| It takes a certain kind of man
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| So though that they can tame a land
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| To drive those silver rails across the plains
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| Through scorching heat and wintertime
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| The hammers fell in ceaseless time
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| A relentless juggernaut beyond compare
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| But one man lived
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| Legendary for everything he did
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| A man known as Phineas Gage
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| So tall and strong with features fine
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| The ladies swooned when he’d walk by
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| In his bed the harlots he’d tame
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| Of all the men who ever lived
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| The slaves who built the pyramids
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| Had nothing on Phineas Gage
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| He was the man who would not die
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| How is it that he’s still alive?
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| The strange mind of Phineas Gage
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| His sliver rod’s blown through his head
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| A gaping hole, He should be dead
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| But Phineas got back to his feet
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| The silver rod he’d custom made
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| Was found 300 yards away
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| Red and slicked with Phineas' brains
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| With doctor’s help
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| They reattached his skull and scalp
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| And he swore that he never felt pain
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| He went insane, he lost his mind
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| Impulse control he’d left behind
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| Obscenities he screamed into the night
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| Of all the men who ever lived
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| The slaves who built the pyramids
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| Had nothing on Phineas Gage
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| He was the man who would not die
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| How is it that he’s still alive?
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| The strange mind of Phineas Gage |