The Unsung Song of Harry Duffy
Pure veins of bogus blue-blood and such fancy hungers
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In the end no surprise of reports of you dying younger than your gods
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Kicked back in the classic toilet scene
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With a spike in your arm and twelve large in pocket
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Thanks to a lucky day scamming the dumb Social Services folks
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It’ s a human thing, pants at your ankles, leaving unclean
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Because life’ s road is only one night in a bad motel
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Harry, you could play basketball in your bare feet, and win
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