The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of paul revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of belle starr she hands down her wits To jezebel the nun who violently knits A bald wig for jack the ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, I've just been made Then she sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, my advice is to not let the boys in
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison
Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues
Well, john the baptist after torturing a thief Looks up to his hero the commander-in-chief Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
Commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, death to all those who would whimper and cry And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, the sun is not yellow it is chicken
Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues
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