One thing to strap on dynamite
In the town market acting cripple
But yet another, blowing me up
And trying to ride that last ripple
And all the sex with the virgins
Has really been getting in my head
How shall I love, if I'm long ago dead
Having thought so long and so hard
Lately I've really been feeling so blue
Thinking I'll find, something else to do
Yes, decided to give, this passion up
Carry protest signs, or drive a truck
Seeing the futility, joining the jihad
Better to reconsider, even get a job
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