The one in the jar at the foot of the bed
Gets weaker at heart but larger at head
Says I am the fool, spat on and pushed aside
He gave something back just right before he died

The man with the hair on top of his ears
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Drove past me at eight with a cooler of beer
Got high on the hunt in camouflage green
A drop of precious oil in the orgone machine

Way-o
Way-o
Way-o
Way-o

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