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Junkie- the days roll by
Junkie- Still gettin’ high
Junkie- So little now remains
Junkie- Is there still a lift?
Junkie- you been cut adrift
Junkie- I can ease your pain

Gonna get gonna get gonna get your crooked soul

Queenie- trying to bend up time and
Queenie- here’s mud in your eye
Queenie- your world it won’t survive
Queenie- cash you daddy’s checks
Queenie- is your life a wreck
Lil Queenie- ain’t it grand to be alive?

Father- that drink in your hand and
Father- your quiet demands and
Father- should of stuck with your family
Father- the years roll by and
Father – how time flies
Father- go ahead and come with me

Gonna get gonna get gonna get your crooked soul

Landlord with your baby hands
Clown orange spray on tan
Hateful and devoid of empathy
Daddy’s boy with your thin skin smile
Your flip flop apocalyptic style
A joke to bring the world to it’s knees

Gonna get gonna get gonna get your crooked soul

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