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Skeleton man with a paperbag face, ten feet tall, but he can't stand
To see the future before the end, calls tied to the other end of a tin can.
He walks alone, along the said carries the brains of a tin man.
He stalks alone, along the said, carries the brains of a tin man.
Pocket full of dates, and a hungry man
Slacks so tight that he can't stand
To feel the fury of, the bright land
Calls tied to the other end of a tin can
He walks alone, along the sand, carries a bag of decisions
He stalks alone, along the sand, carries the brains of a tin man.
To see the future before the end, calls tied to the other end of a tin can.
He walks alone, along the said carries the brains of a tin man.
He stalks alone, along the said, carries the brains of a tin man.
Pocket full of dates, and a hungry man
Slacks so tight that he can't stand
To feel the fury of, the bright land
Calls tied to the other end of a tin can
He walks alone, along the sand, carries a bag of decisions
He stalks alone, along the sand, carries the brains of a tin man.
Lyrics submitted by mike
Track duration: 04:48
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