The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me
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And all us poor cripples who've been in the wars
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And up sleeping on her floor...
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Woah !
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When you're scared of down and out
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You keep it to yourself and if anyone suspects
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You say : "Who me ? Hardly !"
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You tell him "Thank your stars, this isn't Derby day
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'Cos it's clear you've got the gift for backing the wrong horse, Charlie."
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Woah !
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When you're scared of down and out
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You camouflage your fear with a fakin' D.J. smile
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And maybe some boogie dancin'
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But there's no need to be proud
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Hey if something's hurtin' you
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Could be it hurts your brothers too
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From Langley Park to Memphis
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Last night, last night I dreamed I dared to raise my head
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The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me
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Singin' : "Sometimes the job gets you down
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You're ashamed that the word will get round
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Well all you poor cripples who've been in the wars
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End up sleeping on my floor."
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Woah !
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Now some will spin you yarns to keep you quiet for a while
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But you know that's not my style, who needs fancy footwork ?
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'Cos none of it adds up, no it doesn't weigh a thing
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And it doesn't buy you beer, from Langley Park to Memphis
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Last ight, last night I dreamed I dared to raise my head
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The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me
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Singin' : "Here you are, and I won't tell you've no one else but me
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Every night I know you'll be here staring hungrily
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Well here you are, no I won't tell 'cos everyone I know
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Wanders down here every night they've nowhere else to go."
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The Venus of the soup kitchen is standing there over me
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Every night I'm gonna be here staring hungrily
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The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me
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And all us poor cripples who've been in the wars
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End up sleeping on her floor
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The Venus Of The Soup Kitchen
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