Mr. Merry cries in his coffin for days he says he can remember
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And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs
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Of a beautiful and purple mountain
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From every walk of life we've come to see the Last Great American
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May I now present you the speaker
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Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold
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He had a how do you say ethical like sense
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That's when the President started to giggle
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Then the children gave the blessing
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Though the service weren't half done
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Each of them sued the other one
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For the last great American
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Mr. Reaches up and we bow our heads
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He pulls the lid on down as his stone is read
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Here lies our Merry the man with the heart so spent
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That in this day and age is sick of living
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Then the funeral pyre was shattered
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And the world became undone
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The mourners raised their heads up
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As the crowd began to run
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Then everybody stopped...
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...to the beating of a drum.
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For through the smoke and morning sun
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Stands the Last Great American
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The Last Great American (New Last Verse (9/15/2001))
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| Five For Fighting |
