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Am I a snake-skin tire on a Cadillac? Or a bloody finger pointing down the drain? Am I a diamondback following the lion tracks Or a lech who longs to pet you on the train? A lech who longs to pet you on the tray-ay-ain Who knows? Who knows? I could be drawing a cock on a rose Or inhaling a ghost through a hose Or feeding a handful of crumbs to the crows Or feeding crumbs to myself, i suppose I mean, who knows? I mean, who knows? I mean, who really, really knows? Am I a bootlegger up to his shins in gin? Or a hook hand hanging on a peg? Am I the kid who splits when the bottle spins? Or a champion drinker of the dregs? A champion drinker of the druh-uh-eg-za-za-za-za-za-za-za Who knows? Who knows? I could be drawing a cock on a rose Or inhaling a ghost through a hose Or feeding a handful of crumbs to the crows Or feeding crumbs to myself, i suppose I mean, who knows? I mean, who knows? I mean, who really, really knows? (KAZOO SOLO) Am I an acrobatic anarchist flipping off a cop? Or a satanist dating a saint? Am I a gigolo soda jerk who makes a cherry pop? I think I am, but i also think I ain't I think I am, but i also think I ay-ay-ay-ay-ain't Who knows? Who knows? I could be drawing a cock on a rose Or inhaling a ghost through a hose Or feeding a handful of crumbs to the crows Or feeding crumbs to myself, i suppose I mean, who knows? I mean, who knows? I mean, who really, really knows?
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