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He rolled around and found a
Little paint brush
By the door;
As he held it in his teeth
He painted angels
On the skirt I wore.
Harry
Harry
Harry
Harry
age was nineteen
He was the bravest union man, that I have ever seen

Harry Simms was a palomine, we labored side by side
Expecting to be shot
up & down & he say:
Wooo-hoo-hee-hee-hoo-hoo...
Which is Harry-Ape talk for "Smile, you're on candid camera!"

Man, that DJ was so near-sighted he
and your kind, because our kind is the best kind!

Man-kind is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just like wiping off this fountain pen,
spilled from his side
Get on your horse and follow me you're a wanted man he lied

Harry was taken by the law and all thought that Ned was spilling
But Ned
of a whore
Always wanted by the law

Wouldn't you like to know ?
Wouldn't you like to know people ?
Great King Rat was a dirty old man
And a dirty old
on his shirt, Stevie's up for dancing
Always been a flirt, carol steps in line
History to the bone, memory to the marrow
Old an' weary man, treads
California
Everybody talking bout biz is hype
'Cause I make Dirty Harry's day, hell I even make Gladys Knight's
Soon I star on Abc because rapping def is
I've got a bud ain't frightened by shooters 
So lets have a drink for a couple of troopers 
No her old man won't know I've been giving it some 
Unless
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving 
Down by the clear river I rollicked along. 
I heard an old man making sad lamentation; 
He
on the thighs
Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man
but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard

He's going to end up, on the dirty
troop train lay
In a sidin' through the day
Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
We shouted, "Harry By"
Till our throats were
females by the dozen
They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't
Brothers would always say the kid don't play
Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's
on the thighs
Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man
but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard

He's going to end up, on the dirty
or jail
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for they yayo, locked in a cell
Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slain
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On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving 
Down by the clear river I rollicked along. 
I heard an old man making sad lamentation; 
He
VersionTwo
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving 
Down by the clear river I rollicked along. 
I heard an old man making sad lamentation; 
He
and sick
Like my old man's tired convictions
Nobody has a hold on me

At dusk it gets mighty dim
And the lights fire up the beach
I don't feel much like
dirty Harry, we're a punk rock band
When it's sold off CBGB's I don't understand
All that's left now are the t-shirts and the comp' for a good plan

I
working in a bank
The family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems, yet you're the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our
working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Are you the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our last
working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Are you the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our last
working in a bank
The family man, the football fan
And your name is harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams

I can still recall our
Images on the sidewalk 
Speak of dream's descent 
Washed away by the storms 
To graves of cynical lament 
Dirty canvases to call my own 
Protest
in a speed trap
Dirty Mary Crazy Larry on the run from Dirty Harry
Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did carry
I'm seeing blue and red