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Joe DiMaggio's done it again
Joe DiMaggio's done it again
Clackin' that bat, gone with the wind
Joe DiMaggio's done it again

Some folks thought Big
hollow
Hollow
You are hollow

Shudder at the thought
How distant you became
Your eyes, clouded over
Haunted by yesterday

Scarred from the inside
Summoning all the knowledge
Learned from the time of birth
Clouded by a shadow of doom
Guided only by instincts from the past

Feeding on flesh
stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but
you better than I do?
It's all a little clouded, this just came right out of the blue
On second thought maybe I don't want you
To tell me all about
stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but
to remember 
Commemorate 
Reminisce a past existence 

Memories remain dampened 
Clouded thoughts are abandoned 
Suppress and unremembered 
Expired
stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing,
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd but
on the front porch, your head full of beer
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear,
But I won't be clouded for long

Now I'm driven to silence, and I'm
You used to say
No-one left alive
To call me Joe.
You've been beyond the boundaries
Understood it all
And thought of nothing
The ultimate was
Turning on the TV and what do I see?
A pageantry of empty gestures all lined up for me, wow!
I'd have thought by now we would be ready to proceed
He took a rifle
And killed a disciple
So that those nagging thoughts 
Would leave him in peace
He'd drown a puppy
Or shive-shank a yuppie
Just
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta let em know Joe
You gotta flow Joe, you gotta flow Joe
You gotta gotta gotta gotta
perception is clouded by the minds of the infected
Your perception is clouded by the lies of the infected

Will their lies be believed?
Or will they
Blue Monday morning at the factory gate
Almost time to clock in
The boys are all betting that Joe wouldn't show
They'd seen him over the weekend
Bound by this liquid
It's masking thoughts and ideas
My actions this is not me
it's my sickness, my alter ego
Fuelled by the fear of the truth
the red sun
Your heart the moon clouded
I could go crazy on a night like tonight
When summer's beginning to give up her fight
And every thought's
I saw the billboard and thought of you
Low hanging balls, round and smooth
I don't smoke, ain't gonna start
Just 'cause they made public a private
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four

With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
here
I don't know how many more till I leave
Take my change in tears and drink fifteen beers

Well I rolled into Joe's about six-fifteen
And I was
joe"

Like the time we hit the river
And the rains began to fall
And the water was risin' so damn fast
We thought it'd drown us all
We lost a lot
As you stand on the edge of your life what are your last thoughts?
Do you remember when you were full of life?
Your judgment has been clouded oh for
the reflections I despise
Or is it true the mirror lies?
The truth is clouded from my sight
Radiating heat not light
Mirages forming identity
Thoughts becoming
cold fishin' by the lake
Take a brain off rappin', 'member what happened
Listen reminisce and cold keep your foot tappin
Darryl and Joe cause the DJ's
woken under your feet
No longer
Frightened by these vampires 
This situation is clear
No longer clouded by fear 
Like cornered dogs we'll turn