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Fine fine strychnine free the mind cure the blind
Ho ho recline to the country a-goldmines
I got it comin' out-a my ears
Fine fine take your time stay put in the alpines
Ho ho Cocteau you get mixin' the moonshine
He'll teach you how to walk through mirrors
My my my you're petrified
My my my you're sick inside
My my my you're stupefied
And I know what it's like
Touche Broadway's no place for a padre
No way Jose ya hike back to the country
Those brooks are tremblin' there for you
Nix nix on the card tricks carve your name in the candle stick
Make haste double click they may call you a lunatic
Oh man but they haven't got a clue
My my my you're glorified
My my my you're sick inside
My my my you're certified
And I
My my my you're sanctified
My my my you're squinty eyed
My my my my tongue is tied
But I know what it's like
Delta high tide pack your bags and take a bride
Brush fires mud slides plug your ears and overt your eyes
Be still and it'll pass by you
My my my you're mortified
My my my you're chicken fried
My my my it's a nationwide
Tonight
My my my you're spirit guide
Has up and fled and stole your ride
My my my you're stupefied
But I know what it's like
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But I know what it's like
My my my you're stupefied
Has up and fled and stole your ride
My my my you're spirit guide
Tonight
My my my it's a nationwide
My my my you're chicken fried
My my my you're mortified
Be still and it'll pass by you
Brush fires mud slides plug your ears and overt your eyes
Delta high tide pack your bags and take a bride
But I know what it's like
My my my my tongue is tied
My my my you're squinty eyed
My my my you're sanctified
And I
My my my you're certified
My my my you're sick inside
My my my you're glorified
Oh man but they haven't got a clue
Make haste double click they may call you a lunatic
Nix nix on the card tricks carve your name in the candle stick
Those brooks are tremblin' there for you
No way Jose ya hike back to the country
Touche Broadway's no place for a padre
And I know what it's like
My my my you're stupefied
My my my you're sick inside
My my my you're petrified
He'll teach you how to walk through mirrors
Ho ho Cocteau you get mixin' the moonshine
Fine fine take your time stay put in the alpines
I got it comin' out-a my ears
Ho ho recline to the country a-goldmines
Fine fine strychnine free the mind cure the blind
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