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and with the thumb
Group Popeye
Cc tryin' but nobody comes
They go by
Hey
Group Popeye
Well now clap your hands
And thumb your thumbs
That's how
Secutor, pursuer unbound 
Killer he wears no crown 
Who needs the thumbs to pass judgment 
Plunges his sword, well deep inside of you! 

This is
its rotten core 

By the pricking of my thumbs 
Something wicked this way comes 
And when sleep takes you tonight 
Will you wake to see the light
"Am I a good man? ..."

Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green, from countin' the ones
Memorized by
Virginia was a "lot lizard" from F.L.A.
She had a compound fracture in the "trunk"
It started when she ran away
Thumbs out on the interstate
She
of the crazy you get
From too much choice
The thumb and the satchel
Or the rented Rolls-Royce
And you think she knows something
By the second refill
You think
with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
with a bow on his thumb and a fiddle in his hand
He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called "Cotton Eyed Joe"
(Chorus)
The dice of death are calling
While the truck of time is falling
By the thumb stuck out on the highway of the years.
The tollgate
home, you're tired of incident
Kicked in the head by a nasty accident
One with only half opposable thumbs

Give me mine is what we're told
When all
Dakota
Imagine you and me singing in a gospel choir
Spent a rainy night on a river in Oklahoma
Saw the northern lights on a Minnesota night
And our souls
Dakota
Imagine you and me singing in a gospel choir
Spent a rainy night on a river in Oklahoma
Saw the northern lights on a Minnesota night
And our souls
on his thumb
And a fiddle in his hand

He tunes up the fiddle and he rosins up the bow
And he plays an old tune called 'Cotton Eyed Joe'
And they dance all
and in war
Now the harlot womb of death
Spits out its rotten core

By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you
The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher 
Genius with a penis the few the proud the me 
I liked me so much I had to buy the company 
Soul for sale sold
the girl next door  It's time to roam    Mad Lizzy Crumbs blind cobblers thumbs  Were a sight to behold  She was a rum old slapper and we always   tried
the shots by simply moving our thumbs
I’m a course of miracles with this shit
Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists
Therein lies the piece
and their eyes could make us weak

And his heart was full of fire at the man he had become
And his soul was seldom higher with the falsities of fun
He
gone

And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
spirit of Christmas to come 
A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb 
Than gingerbread men 

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial 
She was
the girl next door  It's time to roam    Mad Lizzy Crumbs blind cobblers thumbs  Were a sight to behold  She was a rum old slapper and we always   tried
Your life passes you by, I live, you die.
The arena is mine, I live, you die.

Entry of the gladiators, 264 B.C.
The emperors and nobles have
"I remember being asked a lot, by a lot of different writers, zines, and shit, like, 'Why don't you incorporate your race, your ethnicity, where
again
Do it again, do it again
If it hits you right just do it again

Me I get time off I twiddle my thumbs
'cause I want to do it again
I get
gun;
He pulled it out and smiled and then he sucked his thumb
His wife was standing by with a leather leash
Fastened to a child who cried beside their