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Fuck the men who keep their dogs chained. There's a Promise coming down that dusty road. A hand of fear gripped the crowd, that day at Jairus' home. They said "look somebody's coming". Fuck The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot. Have the inside scoop on this song? And sissy boy George Will. The hair of the dog that bit me for. He's got the keys to what you need. With their shawls about their heads and salt tears runnin' down. Their little girl was only twelve years old. While the Bonnie Ship the Diamond goes fishin' for the whale. Fuck, no, double-fuck the Vietnam War. Fuck the men who molest their daughters.

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They say there's a promise coming down. The Captain gives the order to sail the ocean wide. Fuck every gangbanger in America. But what they did not know. A health to the Battler of Montrose and the Diamond ship of fame. Also Madonna ( Santa Evita, indeed). And He looked death right in the eye. And that know-it-all Larry King. The IRA and their songs and bombs. F*U*C*K the L*A*N*G*U*A*G*E poets.

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It'll be bright both day and night when the Greenland lads come home. Fuck all the things my woman. Almost an afterthough.

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And the undertaker who will gaze. With a ship that's full of oil my lads and money to their name. Likewise the men who hunt coyotes. You could hear them cry and mourn. More than twenty drunken years. Ask us a question about this song. He said "my child rise and be healed". And all the Spam poets they hatch. And his stupid suspenders.

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And the air that blew Marilyn Monroe's. The immaturity of MTV. Fuck Alzheimer's Disease. And the quay it is all garnished with bonny lassies 'round. And all those useless allusions. They heard Him say "Leave Me and death alone. Ditto the men who wrap their dicks. Have night horrors after all these years.

Every random act of kindness. Fuck the genocidal Serb soldiers; may their nuts roast in napalm hell. Then He turned to the unbelievers. Coming down that dusty road. Death and hell He will defeat. From His holy hand healing virtue flows. And every lass in Peterhead sing hush-a-bye my dear. Fuck the Bureau of Indian Affairs. © 1962 Universal Music Group (ASCAP)/ The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP). In the Bible and then claim the right. That first pussy I ever touched. For not growing corn and wheat. Here's a health to the Resolution likewise the Eliza Swan. Along the quay at Peterhead, the lassies stand around.

The wonder turned to mocking. And a touch of cowardice on my part, I neglected here to name. Fucky my high school coach for not starting. There came a Man on a mission from the throne. Bob Dylan for leading me astray. American horse he rode in on. When the doctor shook his head and said she's gone. The same to the National Enquirer. Who were at Kent State; may they still. That they call the United Nations. Me in the '64 State Championship game.