| This town’s a sea of stories you’ll never undestand
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| The world’s a tiny circus in the palm of his hand
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| Friend you would have loved it when they ran out of red
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| Cyclone Willy finally raised the dead
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| Fat moon cloaked in a shark skin suit
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| Kelly fired some blanks at the deputy’s boot
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| Couldn’t geet close enough to flick the big switch
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| Her kerosene blue eyes never even twitched
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| There’s a new heart h=aching on the factory line
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| That dfiamond on her finger is refusing to shine
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| Crazy spent lovers and a vampire kiss
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| Hell it doesnt come much better than this
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| Grim faced Eddy still working the room
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| They call it the equator, it’s as cold as a tomb
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| Brace yourself tiger you might want to sit down
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| Your raven haired beauty ran off with some clown
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| Swore she’ll get some use out of that bridal gown
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| Life’s sad parade
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| This room’s a sea of stories
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| You’ll never understand
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| The globe’s a tiny surface in the palm of his hand
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| Man you should of been there the crew hit the wall
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| Rockethead and Shakie slowed down to a crawl |
| There’s another heart breaking on the cannery row
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| The carbon on her finger never threatened to glow
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| She blew her last buck on a voodoo hex
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| Then someone snatched that doll and personal effects
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| You know a smile costs you nothing in this sick pantomime
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| You recollect that Dutch was on deck at the time
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| Howlin' at the captain I was dying of thirst
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| I tried to reach Jesus but the ship is cursed
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| And when the crate is sinking
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| I’m diving in first
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| (J. Camilleri N. Smith — Mushroom Music Publishing Warner Chappell) |