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[00:24.46]I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
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[00:29.45]I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
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[00:34.70]In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses.
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[00:45.11]Well I found that in all these places that I've played
[00:47.54]all the people I've played for are the same people
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[00:55.28]So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.
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[01:00.52]A most disgusting song.
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[01:05.57]The local diddy bop pimp comes in
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[01:10.50]Acting limp he sits down with a grin
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[01:14.75]next to a girl that has never been chased
[01:16.81]The bartender wipes a smile off his face
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[01:25.23]The delegates cross the floor,
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[01:29.53]curtsy and promenade through the doors,
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[01:34.34]and slowly the evening begins.
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[01:44.89]And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
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[01:49.07]who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
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[01:54.00]Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
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[01:58.30]And everyone's drinking the detergents
[01:59.49]that cannot remove their hurts
[02:02.61]
[02:04.29]While the Mafia provides your drugs,
[02:05.98]
[02:08.47]your government will provide the shrugs,
[02:10.42]
[02:13.35]and your national guard will supply the slugs,
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[02:17.59]so they sit all satisfied.
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[02:29.68]And there's old playboy Ralph
[02:30.86]who's always been shorter than himself,
[02:31.50]and there's a man with his chin in his hand,
[02:37.60]who knows more than he'll ever understand.
[02:43.35]Yeah, every night it's the same old thing
[02:47.35]Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
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[02:52.65]At the "Inn-Between", again.
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[03:02.63]And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes.
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[03:07.31]Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs
[03:12.36]and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French
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[03:16.42]Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench
[03:18.42]Yeah, people every night it's the same old thing
[03:26.41]Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again
[03:36.01]
[03:41.57]And there's the militant with his store-bought soul
[03:46.43]There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told
[03:49.31]And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the past
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[03:55.42]who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts
[04:01.16]Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,
[04:04.47]
[04:05.40]red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes,
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[04:10.09]Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed,
[04:14.14]
[04:14.89]who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed
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[04:20.89]And every night it's going to be the same old thing
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[04:24.83]Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
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[04:29.76]Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again