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the unmitigated gall Four of them souls coulda been anyone But gentleman five was Clubfoot George for sho Four dead outlaws and Clubfoot George buried again for all
and club-foot pigeons Peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck, peck Kleptomatic mental prison, cut the brakes and hit the deck Picked apart, your tunnel vision Wreck,
a clubfoot Elvis in a string vest In a house that has enough boltholes in which she can hide The mirror portrays a demeanor of tough luck and slack pride She's
cards were mad bummy Retarded or a damn dummy Impression that was left from me Clubfoot he must be clumsy Work my hands to the bones As sweat and blood
the larynx of the Clyde The strings of it's voicebox Bind Hephaestus by his hair Club-foot cripple Caught in cacophonies a-pounding Crucified on ferrous beams
of Clubfoot Lane But I've never seen anything like you All untied, by and by! But I'd pour the matrimony wine If you're ever so inclined While low in
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