(Alexander/Naydock)
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He'd eat at KFC, wore "sally" clothes and smelled like turpentine
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Talked a lot about his art with a spitting image of Ernest Borgnine
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They found him dead the other day
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Out where the punks and school kids play
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And I'm here in the shade
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Leaning on the day's parade
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Leaning on the day's parade
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Kid spilled some mercury he stole from school inside his school
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Covered his ass he thought, the school director's in his gene pool
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But he got too much on his hands
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The organ donor list expands
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And I'm here in the shade
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Leaning on the day's parade
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Leaning on the day's parade
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I never thought it wise
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To wish for anyone's demise
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Every face a mother'd kiss
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Every gesture's hit or miss
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And I'm here in the shade
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Leaning on the day's parade
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Leaning on the day's parade
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Leaning on the Day's Parade
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| The Badlees |
