Grandfather burned up to ash and returned to the earth which spawned
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This nefarious prank that¡¯s controlled by the length of his arms
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And the kindred is gathered by coffin and chaplain on his behalf
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And a discreet tender man clears his throat, waves his hand following a laugh
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And the band plays on
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Like a fat baby¡¯s birth like a cry and curse at the breathing space
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While the mother rejoices ten fingers ten toes and a handsome face
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And the family is gasping each one can¡¯t help asking, ¡°How was it my dear?¡±
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Like a scorn for the born that was torn
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And deformed for the next cruel years
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And the band plays on
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So I¡¯ll cut you all open and see what¡¯s inside you or what¡¯s missing
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While this virgin your daughter skirt down the altar
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She don¡¯t owe you a goddamn thing
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Cause she¡¯s gorgeous I¡¯ll take her to the house by the lake where I write her a song
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While you fat pigs with call-girls
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They dance in the ballrooms shaking their wallets at god
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And the notes fill the pages as I scramble to paste up my bleeding heart
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And this sick song moves on if you¡¯re lucky lifelong you can sing a part
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As it falls apart
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The Sinking Ship, The Grand Applause
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| The Paper Chase |
