| Concord Country Jubilee |
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| I stumbled so innocently |
| Over all the obscene boundaries |
| Still I might’ve procured the act |
| Of Concord Country Jubilee |
| And the perfect order fill in the street |
| It is there I scraped it clean |
| I was stumbling in |
| It was gonna be hard to heal |
| Crowd browsed in |
| Callous toward the injury |
| Still I rode the kidney tray |
| At the Concord Country Jubilee |
| And the evidence is aimed on me |
| I screamed |
| And the girl, she kissed his tongue |
| He touched her stuffed meat |
| Her stuffed meat, her stuffed meat |
