| Health-food faggot with a bartered bride
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| Likes to comb his hair with a dipper ride
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| Once had a friend with a cloven foot
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| Once he called the tune in a chequered suit
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| Great Deceiver
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| In the door on the floor in a paper bag
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| There’s a shoe-shine boy with a gin-shop slag
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| She raised him up and she called him son
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| And she canonised the ground that he walked upon
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| Great Deceiver
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| Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
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| Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
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| Cigarettes, ice cream, cadillacs blue jeans
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| In the night he’s a star in the Milky Way
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| He’s a man of the world by the light of day
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| A golden smile and a proposition
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| And the breath of God smells of sweet sedition
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| Great Deceiver
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| Sing hymns make love get high fall dead
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| He’ll bring his perfume to your bed
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| He’ll charm your life 'til the cold winds blow
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| Then he’ll sell your dreams to a picture show
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| Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
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| Cigarettes, ice cream, figurines of the Virgin Mary
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| Cadillacs, blue jeans, dixieland playing on the ferry
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| Cadillacs, blues jeans, drop a glass full of antique sherry |