| By the comb in his beard, he’s weird when he’s lonely, I’m lonely and weird
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| Party in the backside over the ear in the wake of a sobering year
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| Faces of death on the regular, tricks of an apex predator
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| Escape from a tray of developer
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| Uncle a couple days off the sauce and all black as a basic corpse
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| A cold turkey dressed like a steak with forks the brand new
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| Vick pick from an ancient war he went
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| Hither and yon brown liquor like a scissor in his palm that would cut away his
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| kid and her mom
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| Best laid plans go often awry but I still use knots that he taught me to tie
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| Never met an angel, never knew a ghost
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| Though I swear on the cast I can hear a little voice going
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| Oooooooooo
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| Oooooooooo
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| Fish in my ear, spider on Nancy
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| Saying Aunt Nancy is with grandma dancing
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| No more tubes, little miss fancy
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| Toe head, toe shoes, far from the 'mancy
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| Roses are red, violator peek-a-boo
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| Half cracked door, head bald, see through
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| Cracked head attic light escape routes
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| Double dutch baby, smoke a sweet tooth
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| Trying a deal, smacked by the dealer
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| Light skin thinner, easy to peel her
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| Open to kill her from the inside out
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| Same silly girl with the twisted mouth
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| No more pain bottle bagged tracheotomies
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| Sweet prickle head strong trying to tickle me
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| Topic of cancer, project get gone
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| She says 'sing me a song'
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| I say
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| Oooooooooo
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| Oooooooooo |