| I’m dying pooch you oughta put me down
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| I turned a sickly shade of grey whilst other guys got brown
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| Some poeples said i was good, other peoples said i was great
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| I met the Governor of California called him mate
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| And he kicked me straight in the guts
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| He got me dragging my feet
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| I had the clowns, had the horses, had pigeons too
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| I had the whole damn circus promise my debut
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| Then I called for the doctor i said 'well my head aches'
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| He said 'the birds just go crazy for that dead beat taste'
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| I got a black bird baby picking at my brains
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| Sold my soul to the devil but the devil don’t pay
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| I got a fever foxy mumma, used to make me feel good
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| But that same fever baby don’t make feel like it should
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| Now there’s a woman before me I guess my luck has changed
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| I try to give her what she wants but my will has been broken
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| Had it all planned out, I drew a map in the sand
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| Then the hurricane hit now I’m in hostile land
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| Things are going pretty bad I guess they can only get worst
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| I got sent the Jesus freaks when all I need is a nurse
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| I got a black bird baby picking at my brains
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| Just tie my bones to the saddle, let go of the reins
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| You might find yourslef walking down a cobble stone street
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| You see me tied to a column where the wise men speak
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| I hear they’re giving out stones so let your aim be true
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| And don’t pity me because I wouldn’t pity you
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| I got a black bird baby picking at my brains
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| Sold my soul to the devil but the devil don’t pay |