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Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone

I take the streetcars around San Francisco
Get winks from the pretty boys down in The Castro
Through
Fidel Castro, car full of Castrol
See the sunset when I backstroke, can't swim but I could act though

I was playing rock paper scissors with imaginary
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
proclivities
But let me make it very clear
Nobody goes hungry here

Margaret Thatcher parking cars
Fidel Castro passing out cigars
The C.I.A.
cold on the ferry
We were in the shadow of the Golden Gate
I said "There's a movie at the Castro you might like"
You said, "I think it's getting kind
to the shitty junior prom. 

Even though you feel in your gastro-intestinals 
That you'd rather hang with Yelson or Castro in festivals. 
You try so hard, get
My name is Juanano de Castro
My father was a Spanish Grandee
But I won my wife in a card game
To hell with those lords o'er the sea

Well
timeless to me

Oh, Wilbur, I love you

Fads keep a-fading, Castro's invading
But Wilbur, you're timeless to me
Hairdos are higher, mine feels like
(Folsom), Folsom Street, on the way to (Polk and Castro)
(You don't find them finer)
(Freedom), freedom is in the air, yeah
(Searching for what we
gotta get there before Castro dies
Plight my guilt with highs
She smuggled with trouble in bubble wrap,
Up the gap strapped between her thighs
So
to live like you
Learn to sing like you

Went to Cuba to meet Castro
Never got past sleepy Moscow
A giant man with a heavenly voice
MK Ultra turned
my eye
See Castro in the alley way
Talkin' 'bout missile love
Talkin' 'bout J.F.K.
And the way he shook him up

Take me to the April Sun in Cuba,
anything
You've gotta stand right up for somethin'
Or you're gonna fall for anything

I saw Nikita Krushchev
Kissin' Fidel Castro
Saw a man walkin'
Folsom, Folsom street on the way to Polk and Castro
You don't find them finer
Freedom, freedom is in the air, yeah
Searching for what we all
We crossed our hearts and never hoped to lie
For the ghosts along The Castro were just walking by
We went back to scratch and had to start again
Fidel Castro eating a London broil hmmm.

Pra la la la la la la la la la la la la
Pra la la la la la la la la medieval bush
Yassin', Osama Bin Laden 
Or Idi Amin
Fidel Castro 
It seems to me they on the same team 
They hate only lead to innocent blood streams 
If it's so
James bondage is a man I know
I picked him up pumping gas up on castro
I knew he was the one for me
Grey temples and a little paunch
Looks like he
an American flag waving in a Cuban breeze
Fidel Castro is no José Martiz
It's just another day
On the Southwest side
It's just another day
On the Southwest
Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news,
They got 'em looked up in the Castro-land,
Redefining abuse in shades of grey.

Torture advocate.
Got
bitches til the door close
I need money like a bitch need dick mo
I'm tryin' to c it like a motherfucking castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift
nothing to say
24th and Castro on any Saturday 

It's hard to live with yourself
When all the power seems to belong to someone else
It's pretty easy
has lost its guts!"
Save me
"Our nation has lost its strength"
Tax free
"Our nation has whimpered and cried"
Save me
"And petted the Castros"
Tax
my eye
See Castro in the alley way
Talkin' 'bout missile love
Talkin' 'bout J.F.K.
And the way he shook him up

Take me to the April Sun in Cuba,

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